In the kingdom of fools,
nothing is the way you'd expect.
We come wanting to be someone,
hoping for glory
but it's not that way at all.
And being a nobody is not it either.
Ego life force
gets snared everywhere,
gets enamored even by nobody-ness.

In the kingdom of fools
there is no up or down.
The palace is a hovel,
the hovel a palace.
God, master shape-shifter,
shows up in the most unlikely places,
revealed to eyes open in wonder,
to hearts soft and pliable.

And when like fools we fail
even at that
God comes to us still,
healing hearts and eyes.
Nothing but miracles
in the kingdom of fools.