A Little Adventure
Long long ago, far far away, early one morning just last week... I was pleasantly surprised to find myself facing a most remarkable Spiritual Energy. Standing right in front of me. Face to face. This energy felt warm and soft and strong and feminine. And for a moment, just for a moment, I recognized other qualities too. I heard myself thinking, "Oh, certainly through this energy I have glimpsed the reflection of a kinder, gentler side of awareness. One I would like to feel shine forth from the very within of myself as Soul".
I smiled and invited my friend from the present moment to walk along with me. The sun was warm and the desert breeze soft. Soft sand covered a bare foot with every step I took. The sand warming to the body, sensual to the mind. I noticed my friend moved without effort as we walked on through the hills and into the canyons whose walls rose tall, casting both warm and cool shadows over puddles of water lying here and there scattered across the canyon floor.
After awhile I became aware my friend was thinking of moving on. Certainly there was more to see and do today for one so interested in moving on to enjoy what there was to enjoy. Just over the peak of that far mountain there could be a great adventure.
Or, perhaps, horses running wild and my friend could offer a hand full of Soul Song to fill the hearts of the wild ones as she had just filled mine, and this lovely desert morning with a reflection of a tender, loving side of the truer self. A simple reflection to carry one on to the next step, the next realization that there is always a new truth. A deeper level of awareness of the inner 'one'. A finer quality of perception that one has allowed to peek through as a recognition of what is.
As my friend was anxious to be moving on, I was thinking of what I just might find over the next hill, within the next canyon. I wondered too when we would once again share a few lovely moments together in a far county or perhaps another level of consciousness awareness in a somewhere to come place. Returning to the present moment I found I was staring at the foot prints I was leaving behind as I moved ahead. They hardly resembled foot prints at all. Just small impressions in the sand that suggested a lone human had passed this way recently. And would surely pass this way again, for Soul does not stop long to rest before the next rush of wind scatters small grains of sand before a new portal.
