Am I a Happy Camper?
‘Tis often
said ignorance must be bliss
How so, if
happiness stays remiss?
Spotting
ignorance is embarking on
A journey to
self-knowledge, spot on
Without ignorance,
no point of reference
For insight
and vice versa for science
Yet the unschooled
seem contented
To the point
of envy by the learned
Whose torments
incite more learning
Which expose
yet more ignorance
So is it
better to be ignorant of joys
Or get acquainted
with inner throes?
To each is
afflicted with an addiction
The yearning
for knowledge, not fiction
Never to
satiate, never to renounce
And the
contentment with crudeness
Whose bliss disdains
copious slog
Take your
pick, but shun insight hazed by smog
Happiness
can elude even when we know
Worse yet
when with us, seeds of doubt we sow
In a blink,
gone is the bliss of the known
Fleeting
state, often never to return
Left in
memory’s recesses, reality ablaze
Leaving one
perplexed, if naively dazed
Perchance
the answer may well lie
In impulses
that tamper with life
When calm
waters are muddied
Happiness awakens
myriad qualms
About its
very existence to dislodge the calm
Fearing that
happiness may no longer jam
Storms, serenities
each other may precede
Or succeed,
but together are never decreed
Yet the
ignorance that begets bliss
Will
disperse joy much like a kiss
Blown in the
wind ‘n away it drifts
To an
eternal emptiness all in a jiff
Were there a
secret to joy’s chemistry
Potions of
it would solve the mystery
It is real
but for the humans that covet
It knowing
one day, they will hurl it like a comet
To forever crave,
but never to relive it
O,
Happiness, let me worship thee in peace
To have and
to hold in eternal embrace
Inner gales
to contain and life to face
With heart,
smiles, love and grace
Even if thou
art shall then depart
Memories of
good fortune apart
Enduring in
lieu of joys long gone
Yet when the
end arrives, will it all matter?
Are the
learned dead happy and immortal?
If they
were, should they not know it?
If they did,
they could not have perished!
Death the
leveler afflicts both
The learned
and untaught much the same
Like an
equal opportunity boss
©Alwi
Shatry, All Rights Reserved, June 13, 2017
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