It’s 2020
We are no longer trading in our soul
For the allure of money
The seduction of fame
The euphoric fantasies of intoxicated love
We see the game
The jig is up
We no longer chase the carrot
That never nourishes our hunger
We no longer seek the shiny package
With a rotten hollow core
We are done letting shame fuel our hunger
For unattainable perfection
We no longer believe the lies
Of the polished perfect ones
The mask is slipping
We know the script
The emperor has no
Clothes
We no longer believe our will
Is God
We are no longer satisfied with the sickly taste
Of sweetness
Delivered with a grimace
Shaped like a smile
We are ready to feast on the fruit
Of the Real
We are returning
To innocence
We are bored with corrupt systems
That seek to cut out our heart
In exchange for a dead performance
We are no longer charmed by the
Siphoning of our essence
In exchange for a bad deal
We no longer color inside the lines
We delight in making mistakes
We are rapturous in our play
We allow the unfolding to be a
Revelation
The Mystery is our guru
The unformed Rose is our muse
We are done with the trance of
The illusion of control
We are learning how to dance
With the spontaneous arising
Of this holy moment
We know longer need to know
We are in love with our
Unknowing
We are inhabiting our imperfections
We are letting the body lead
We are listening
We are receiving
We are letting grace have its way
We are submitting to the sublime in the
Ordinary
We are remembering we are
Beautiful
We are discovering what Beauty
Is
We are Finding
We are Being
We are no longer serious
In our Seeking
We seek like children
Playing games
For fun
We are delighting in being
Found
We are drinking the nectar
Of our own presence
We are letting God break in
We no longer run away
From the haunting void
We are no longer attempting to
Fill it, Stuff it or Hide it away
We are falling into the emptiness
We are finding fullness here
We are coming home
The jig is up
We recognize the illusion of glamour
The twisted sickness of false promises
The cruelty of fixing
What was never broken
We have no hope for perfection
We seek the vastness of humility
The infinite in the small
We are drunk with sober
Faith
We are living off the breath
Of truth
Radically available
Merciful in its abundance
We are finished earning love
We are done chasing the
Dream
The jig is up
The game is tired
Played out
We are letting ourselves have it All
We are experiencing fulfillment
Without ever leaving ourselves
Again
We are tired of being rigid
We find ecstasy in the supple
We are learning to make love
Limitation is our Sanctuary
The Simple Heart is our Refuge
We are burning the map
We are dancing on the ashes
We are moving from
Fullness
We are delighting in stillness
We are learning to walk
With eyes closed
We are no longer waiting
For life to begin
We are finally free
To live
