God’s Fools

Oh, to the Lovers of God.

Oh, to the futile efforts to Praise,

To seek, to embrace the invisible,

To remove the lifetimes of misconceptions,

To just be God’s fools.

To those given all of the Love beyond Love,

Til we spin like Rumi out through the streets

In a bliss that captures us, and explodes through our

Very being. With an experience that gives us the Source

Of the Light that is brighter than the Sun,

A Love beyond definition and a oneness,

That allows us to see that light and love alive

In everyone.

Oh, to all of God’s Fools,

How we wish to experience this Miracle

That can not be captured by one religion,

But can be found at the Heart of every Master

And every one of God’s Fools.

So strong that they would give their Lives

They would leave their kingdoms,

They would give up all to just Experience

This gift of being. And they are reduced

To just living as God’s Fools.

For no words can hold this experience,

No amount of money can buy this gift.

No book can unlock the key to God’s Kingdom

And yet this gift is alive in every breath we take

It is alive in every beat of love that our heart feels,

And after all of the words have been dissected,

And each fool of God has been rejected.

Still the Experience lives for all to be.

In this life, in this Death, in each Breath.

In each laugh, we are God’s fool”s