The Age of Authenticity

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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

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
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

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
We are remembering we are
We are discovering what Beauty

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
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
We are living off the breath
Of truth
Radically available
Merciful in its abundance

We are finished earning love
We are done chasing the

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

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
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


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