Laughter comes, as a gift to the seeker

Who discovers the original speaker

For whom no jokes are needed to prod laughter

There isn’t seriousness hereafter

We are healed, from hidden sorrows

Which have pierced our hearts like sharp arrows

Laughter is no more a relic of a lost childhood

Time runs back to the days which were good

When the mind is no longer an anchor

Existence gladly shows its true side, one of candor

We become homeless, like the birds and trees

In the open and always at ease

The present always wears a smile

From where it takes very little to turn the dial

To the roar of laughter, our entry to the inclusive club

Of existence, where we finally wake up