A Thousand Serious Moves

Too tired to write my own words tonight after lovely but long day with dear friend in Dorset.

A message from the Universe in my inbox today...

Never regret love, Trish. No matter how blind, it improved your vision. No matter how foolish, it made you wiser. And no matter how generous, it made you more.

But it's not love I'm regretting....

And this from Hafiz in I Heard God Laughing.

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 played 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'm afraid you still think

You have a thousand serious moves.

Sometimes when I slip into my regrets 

I tell myself over and over

It couldn't have been any other way.

None of it.

All of it,

all of me 

and all of him

and all that happened

and all that didn't happen

couldn't have been any other way.

To Surrender to that

would begin to

reduce 

the number of serious moves I think I have,

zig-zagging me closer 

towards Kindness

to myself.

Even if still 

a long way from 

Joy.