A Patch On Good Will is Fun-tastic

This was given to Patch Adams. He invited me to Russia in 2002 to clown with a team of 40 clowns. You are welcome to check my website for photos. The journey to Russia as a clown changed my life as I saw clowning as peace in action. I find that clowns were the archetype of unconditional love. This became the love of my life, literally. Thank you Patch for asking me to come with you.

A PATCH ON GOODWILL

To fix the cup of life,
We need more than one patch,
We need to redesign the cup,
So it overflows,
With goodwill.

In sickness and good health,
We make commitments,
Which each of us breaks,
As sickness is dis-ease,
Good health is the art of being good,
For health is a vital sign,
It is the natural balance,
It is the placebo of our positive thoughts,
For the chemistry of life,
Is the elixir of love,
In action.

Each is walking around in a negative space,
Undefined,
They are running automatic programs,
In feedback loops,
For routines become unquestioned,
As rules and regulations are given without consent,
Even if they are contraventions of human rights,
As conformity is the comfort zone,
And humanity is the insanity of the program out of control,
For only control and command are structures,
Dispense orders as medicine for social ills,
Keeping addictions alive,
For we keep reaching for intravenous drips,
To ensure pleasure over pain,
Yet the pain is natures signal that all is not well,
And anti-depressants dumb down a natural response,
In favour of keeping the peace,
For any discord is seen as disharmony
Rather than a problem to be faced,
This is the challenge of the human race.

To bring a smile and gods will,
Is to transport children to a twilight zone,
Where there is fun and fantasy,
Where love is the medicine for pain,
This is treatment that is always healthy,
That encourages humour as healing,
That inspires a laugh as diversional therapy,
For the hospitals of the future will not exist,
As only love heals,
Only kindness feels the gaps,
And all needs are met without effort,
All tasks are done as joy,
For the joy germ is spreading,
Seriousness is a spent force,
A wasted past-time.

Our humanity is in dire straits,
Strait jackets are suits ham strung by industry rather than enterprise,
Professions are the tourniquet of inaction,
For to treat the sum of the parts,
One must understand the whole,
For wholeness is holiness,
And this is wholesome ,
It is the salt of the earth,
That is down to earth,
For all roads come down to this,
One earth,
One eco-system,
One life support,
One life,
For when we are one we are the sun,
Shining on all in equality without fear or favour,
We see the cosmic joke of separation,
As competition becomes cooperation,
Conflict becomes creative commons,
And love is our reason for being rather than being seen,
For this is the life force that flows,
That knows,
Good will is god’s will made visible.

So thank you for your good humour,
For healing with humour,
For being true to yourself,
For you are indeed an inspiration,
Giving is living in the now,
And this is the moment of our greatest choice,
To be or not to be,
This is the only question.