Clowning Around the Maze and Labyrinth of Life

I have come to understand that there are different philosophical positions in life. We do not educate people in philosophy and they can separate their ethics from logic. The challenge in the times ahead is to recouple ethics and values with bus-i-ness. As clowns we give love unconditionally, yet within an economic paradigm people are motivated by money and they focus so intensely on those goals that they no longer consider others. Yet we live in a society of people and values are central to balance and order. Moreover, it is critical we do not lose connection to our humanity. That is the reason why clowns are here, to remind us to laugh, love and live.

WHO CARES FOR CLOWNS?

The silence of the morning,
Awakens me from a restless sleep,
As tears of pearls,
Reform the shaky diamonds of wisdom.

I am in a maze,
And I can find no way out,
I call for help but no-one wants to hear me,
As I walk in circles,
I feel the shadows surround me,
As I am so alone in this debacle,
A barnacle that has attached to my boat,
Holding me back from the ocean of my dreams.

I stand in a labyrinth,
I walk the journey of my life,
I pray as I walk for peace for all humanity,
I pray for peace education,
I pray for democracy,
For a world that reveals, heals, cares and shares,
As I move in expanding circles,
There is a beginning and an end,
And I can see my dreams can come true.

So what of the happy/sad clown?
The sorrow is the unmasking of joy through unkindness,
The joy is the unmasking of truth through love.

I sense the pain in the people so I reach out to comfort them,
I understand they are devalued so I speak to re-value them,
I realise the disconnection so I join to reconnect them,
I do this for free so they can see
there is no money motivation,
That love is the answer they receive,
For each is my relation, my family, my friend,
I see no enemies in loving kindness,
Love is my religion and my creed,
It is the seed for the next generation.

I have been hurt,
No-one can see my wound,
I have been placed in isolation,
The punishment for speaking from my heart,
For exposing my soul,
Asking for justice,
Just tore me apart.

When I am in pain there is no-one to comfort me,
When I am devalued there is no-one to re-value me,
When I feel the disconnection there is no-one connecting me to my family,
For who will play the clown if I do not exist?
Who will teach the children the value of peace when I am gone?
Who will understand REAL HOPE for the future is grounded in real values?
Who cares what is fair in work or play?