Fifty Fifty

Given the choice,

I'd rather be a fool

than a cynic,

sitting backward on my donkey

riding Westward, gazing

at the dawn, shouting

to the sun, "Old fellow,

follow me! I'll lead you 

to Summer morning meadows

and Autumn afternoons,

to Winter evenings where 

you'll learn how stars dwell

in sacred darkness."

You laugh?

Don't be a cynic, friend.

Let's just say there's a

fifty-fifty chance

our eyes create the light they see.

Mula Nasruddin being a "spiritual teacher" while riding backward on his donkey