This guest poem by Michael Hock illustrates how my life feels these days. The Storm Inside Where once it was lightning and thunder cataclysm, the final convulsion that turned my wheel, as if Armageddon catastrophe, must herald the truth my longing has gentled me. Now change comes with falling leaves how sunset plays with light. Fire and […]
Not this mushroom. Not that mushroom. Not this. We come upon a spring mossy, trickling, draped violet blossoms and a clear pool. Nothing matters but this transcendent Beauty. Suddenly the desired mushroom— the Boletus— appears.
The call comes while I sit on a friend’s patio eating lunch. It’s from the artist who rents the studio on my land. “Your neighbor called the county inspector. He’s here citing me for a code violation.” I take a breath and call on the Beloved. “Your neighbor was here too, threatening me during my […]
My dear, this world, its laws, our perceptions, are such a minute part of existence.—Hafiz I see that life is a game. I didn’t know this so I would take life seriously, think that I couldn’t handle it, and thus I would fling myself onto the altars of the lower chakras. I would seek sex and […]
The mind is a book, a maze of sentences set in a state of permanence from which it cannot escape itself. The Beloved is an azure sky with puffy white clouds anvil thunderheads, swirling tornados raindrops, hail, sleet blazing sun— a rainbow. This true Love is still fluid, adaptable— ready with the perfect action in […]
The ability to stay centered in the Love during an attack— that is valuable, much more than any material possession or worldly achievement.
I must caulk around the lintels patch the roof paint the walls shim the doors fix the leaky faucet confront the pack rats. I hold my breath the geyser of impatience ready to spew. I must get it done so I can have peace. The Beloved draws me up into His arms, whispers in […]
I always wanted someone to steal me away on a grand sailboat to a tropical isle, with palms and a turquoise bay, or in a plane over lofty peaks to wildflower meadows where butterflies play. I longed to leave my desert the pain of this anvil heart the boredom of my heavy-metal playlist, find […]
Dear Adventurous Souls, I am turning the The Inner Adventure posts into a book. In order to do this, I returned to the blog’s early days, a time when my outer life crumbled in order to be built anew. Here is one story from that time. Enjoy! If, like the prophet Noah, you have patience […]