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 […]
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 […]
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, […]
At dawn I sit on the porch with my Lover. We sip licorice tea and listen to robins chirp and doves coo. During the day we work together— sweep the floors cook fennel with snow peas, even the mundane tasks joyful because we are together. We collaborate on creative projects like this poem. […]