“I don’t know.” Words like aspirin stuck in the throat. But I try them out roll them around on my tongue until suddenly they turn to cherry ice cream! The more I say them the more I glide. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know what’s best for you or […]
When storm clouds darken the west turn around. A rainbow blooms to the east. When dawn blazes scarlet turn around. Pink feathers brush the sky. When a tear drips down your cheek turn to the Beloved. A compassionate heart expands— fills the Universe with love.
Sure I do my work clean the house love friends and family everyone else too and especially my Beloved. I feed my cat eat lots of vegetables and do my spiritual practice. Beyond that, my life is none of my business. All is in the hands of the Beloved.
Please enjoy this guest post by JoHanna Hartwig Threads Do we know the threads that bind the inner weavings of the soul? We theorize, mentalize, and cognize and yet mind cannot grasp. The Weaver weaves patiently in rooms above the mind. Rooms flooded with pristine reflections, Rooms vibrating with singing threads, We dance the ballet […]
It calls as though from a great distance light years and galaxies away. It whispers, quiet as the rustle of a raven wing, “Come.” And when I listen yet more closely It explains how. Between thoughts arrives the map and a compass needle pointing Home. “Follow the beating pulse of your joy the arc […]
The dew drop forms on a pear blossom glistens in first light trembles in a breeze slips onto a lizard tongue and loses itself in giving.
The moon observes the shifting tides high, low through day and night phased not but fully aware that all responds to its gravity. P.S. Enjoy The Inner Adventure posts in your own email box. I invite you to subscribe below. Image: depositphotos.com
On a moonless night it seems they harm me that mate sister brother mother father friend neighbor stranger. With a look a word a finger a fist— slayed. But the Beloved reveals no thing no one can. Soul in its glory is impervious as the sky. Only I through what I hold dear […]
In a smoky room scented with bourbon and sweat I clasp my cards so tightly they bend. This hand with its hearts, clubs and diamonds is everything. Whether good or bad, I bet on it believing the win or loss depends on the deal. Finally, bereft, my chips gone my account indebted I […]
The Beloved allows us to be. No pushing, no force those are of the mind. The divine Power offers all with an open palm encourages us to unwrap the next gift but with no pressure. As the Beloved of my micro I can do so as well. I can allow these lower bodies physical, emotional, mental […]