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Sunday, July 31, 2016

Tripping over Joy

“TRIPPING OVER JOY

What is the difference
Between your experience of Existence
And that of a saint?

The saint knows
That the spiritual path
Is a sublime chess game with God

And that the Beloved
Has just made such a Fantastic Move

That the saint is now continually
Tripping over Joy
And bursting out in Laughter
And saying, “I Surrender!”

Whereas, my dear,
I am afraid you still think
You have a thousand serious moves.”

― Hafiz,


Oh Lord we try sooooo hard to be your people
We struggle and struggle to be
Kind
Compassionate
Giving
Forgiving

We carelessly throw about words like “holy”
And “righteous”

But we have little idea what those words even mean
our whole lives reveal the fact
That we don’t have a clue

Ah yes Lord
It is about surrender, isn’t
It is about relaxing into your presence
Giving you a little room to move

It is understanding that you are constantly, constantly
Moving in our lives to create something good

And our job is throw up our hands
Smile
Say, “you win”
And dance a happy dance!

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