Paradox

I rarely know happiness…
but I often know joy
Joy of laughter,
Appreciation of art,
Satisfaction of literature,
Pleasure of music,
Delight of Nature
My bliss comes from the absurd
Mad, daft, childlike silliness
The play of words in my mind,
The taste of nonsense,
The sound of ambiguity,
The sight of incongruity
I play at Silly Buggers to keep from going crackers…
and yet Beauty calms my mind
Makes me buoyant
Ignites my core
Nourishes my soul
Restores me to the Light

Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 7 March 2014