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 […]
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 […]
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, […]
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. […]
Fluttery white flakes caress chive blossoms. Piñon smoke licks baby grass. Winter unites with spring birthing Love.