Unholy Mirth

 I call it unholy mirth because that term came into my mind 
when I found myself dwelling on this mirth.
Joy is one of the experiences on a spiritual journey.
I am no stranger to it.
It is a joy that comes on without a shadow on the horizon.
No clouds to mar it. 
It is just pure joy.


However, this mirth is something else.
I started experiencing it a year ago.
It felt silly, like the effects of laughing gas,
causing one to laugh without rhyme or reason.
It arises from the depths of my being.
carrying me with it.
I would find myself laughing and giggling,
at the most inappropriate time.
It is almost irrepressible.


For instance, the eye specialist told me I had acute retinal vein occlusion,
and that it is very serious.
I burst out laughing.
Seeing the book on his face, I quickly explained,
That it was because I felt positive about treatment.
It was actually because that mirth surfaced.
Or I find myself giggling over nothing at all.
And had to control it or look foolish if not feather headed.


I never know there is a gift of the spirit called mirth,
I said to myself.
It is literally that, a gift of mirth.
Once I know it is that, a spiritual gift of mirth.
Whenever it surfaces, I revel in it.
It is fun, enjoyable rising on this high.
When everything is so funny.
And I could not get serious about anything
But enjoy the feeling of being swept up by this feeling.
Knowing, wherever I go with this spirit,
I would infuse the air with the same.
Bringing this infectious joy of mirth to everyone I am in contact with.