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 […]
Half moon dances with pink cloud just as I dance with You. So ephemeral these bodies whether of stardust or mist. We waltz and twirl beyond them into the realm of eternal bliss.
We lounge in a meadow near a babbling brook a lone cloud inching across a sapphire sky. It has a head, my friend says pointing to the cloud. Yes, I say, as I see the canine snout protrude and a curve form along the jaw. There’s an eye! The pinhole opens. And tail! A wisp […]
You enter the Soul Protection Program all the old identities gone the torture of being an agent of Kal* finally ceased. You live in a kind of heaven a palace below a limitless sky distant blue mountains shimmer fat doves drink from a fountain. Now you work for the side of giving rather than […]
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 […]