The Laughing Void’s Punchline

In the vastness of space, a chuckle echoes,
As galaxies spin like cosmic jests.
The universe, a stand-up comedian,
Delivers punchlines we can’t comprehend.

Zen masters and jesters, hand in hand,
Dance on the edge of understanding’s land.
Seeking meaning in a meaningless play,
While Eris grins at the disarray.

Enlightenment sought with furrowed brow,
But wisdom winks, “It’s all just Tao.”
In meditation halls and circus tents,
The same truth rings — it makes no sense.

Sutras and satire, intertwined,
Tickling the ribs of the cosmic mind.
Koans and jokes, one and the same,
In this grand, absurdist game.

The Buddha laughs, Discordia snorts,
At our serious spiritual sports.
For in our quest to find the Way,
We’ve missed the jest of every day.

So sit zazen on a whoopee cushion,
Embrace the cosmic confusion.
For life’s deep truths, so long pursued,
Are but a tickle in the multitude.

In paradox, find your release,
Giggling into inner peace.
For when you see the cosmic gag,
You’ll laugh along — no wisdom to bag.

Existence itself, the ultimate koan,
A joke with no one to tell it to.
So smile at the void, and join the mirth,
In laughter, find your rebirth.