Beneath the vaults of endless skies,
Where stars like witnesses softly lie,
The Celestial Camel lifts its gaze,
Whispering truths through April haze.
Ah, the Fools’ Day, clad in jest,
A theater’s stage where none confess –
The masks, the roles, the scripted lines,
All woven tight by unseen designs.
But listen! The universe hums a tune,
A melody of sun and moon.
It whispers, fierce, through cosmic winds:
“Be not the puppet of their sins.”
For life’s great stage is vast, untamed,
Its edges burn with the unclaimed flame.
No playwright binds you, no voice above,
Save the one that guides you to self-love.
Beware the traps of dogma’s hold,
The gilded cages spun from gold.
Be it zeal of creed, or crown, or crowd,
Such fervor wraps you in its shroud.
A smile for fools is wisdom’s way,
To greet the dawn of every day.
April’s jest reminds the wise,
That truth lies not in grand disguise.
So walk unburdened, O mortal kin,
Let laughter free the soul within,
For fools and sages share one flair:
To see the masks—and choose not care.
The Camel watches, steadfast, still,
Upon some endless desert hill,
Carving shapes in starlit spume,
And warning: “Beware the chains unseen.”
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