i might die at any time, the end i would never know for certain,
For if i knew, it wouldn’t be the end, that final closing curtain.
And so I laugh, it’s so absurd, my petty thoughts and fears,
A private chuckle, an ironic grunt, a shrug, a laugh instead of tears.

It’s all so grand, the vast vaulting skies, the stars that twinkle in the night,
The moon’s reflection, the changing tides, the v-shaped winging birds in flight.
Nature’s color, grace and form, I fill my sight with heart and mind.
And as i stand here on my own, I enjoy the curious beauty that i find.

And so I laugh at what i am, mysteriously somehow a part of all i see.
I watch with reverence, awe and wonder then shake my head when i think of me.

But i know i’ll never really understand and so i do the best i can
To taste the morning’s sparkling dew and be whatever it is I am,
To appreciate the changing truth, receiving what the essence gives
As i’m guided through this mystery experiencing all that lives and is.

And so I laugh, and shake my head, it’s so absurd this self i keep,
A private chuckle, an ironic grunt and so I laugh myself to sleep.

And when I wake, i see the dawn and feel old sol’s warm, glowing being.
And i know without her burning fires only blackness would i be seeing.
And I feel the new day’s joy unreeling and the moments that will come.
And i sense my inner patterned feelings that will tell me what’s to be done.

And so I laugh at my petty wants, that fill my time with things to do.
And I chuckle at my certain folly in thinking this is to myself be true.