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 […]
Please enjoy this poem by an Inner Adventure reader. Camping Inside, inside this tent You embrace me. I have come full circle without, within, with You. Let us leave together. All behind now. Only One singular love. —Anonymous Image: istockphoto.com If you would like to receive The Inner Adventure posts directly in your email box, […]
Please enjoy this poem and image by Ariana Harley Naked on the Throne I have worn the costume of politician beggar housewife doctor of killer soldier cook and thief. You have known me as mother lover child stranger. But I don’t want to play Halloween any longer. Teacher, deafen my ears to finally hear Sound. […]
On my morning walk through the piñon forest surrounding my house I suddenly note a sharp pain in my knee. It is on the inner part just below my kneecap. I call on the Beloved and get the sense to adjust my gait so that I am not so forward. The pain eases enough so […]
A poem from my friend Michael Hock: Row Your Boat Yes, it is far, then it’s close. Who one is recedes as one draws near. As if first one climbs a steep way, then discovers one has wings, or deaf forever, one awakens to the heartbeat thrum of a butterfly, and why do you not […]
Experiences are the squalls on the great ocean that I am. Image: Kauai
“I want to be cremated and have my ashes spread near the creek on the Big Tesuque Trail in the Santa Fe Mountains.” On a sunny spring morning, I sit at my dining room table and write this in the will I am preparing. I think little of it. It is but a directive for […]
Please enjoy this poem by JoHanna Hartwig. Window Oh sweet one, why do you wander aimlessly in the darkness through the rooms of your mind? Do you not see the glimpses of Light from the Sun’s porch? Why continue to shuffle from side to side in a ballroom with no music? Do […]
Let’s take the Mother Road, Tasting en route the sparking-fat diners the creaky court motels, where we’ll lay waste to the flesh, and carve our initials in the illusion of love, Knowing the real thing waits within ignited by our Friend, Who’s driving us Home.
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A Sky of Love
The mind is a book, a maze of sentences set in a state of permanence from which it cannot escape itself. The Beloved is ...
The Most Valuable Possession
The ability to stay centered in the Love during an attack— that is valuable, much more than any material possession or worldly achievement.
The Pure House
I must caulk around the lintels patch the roof paint the walls shim the doors fix the leaky faucet confront the pack rats. I ...
