Give Up Hope

Give up hope,

for better health

for peace with your neighbor

for a lasting relationship.


Trade in those plastic poker chips

for actual gold.


Mind says, “No!”


“If I lose hope

I have nothing left in my pockets.


“Without hope,

the Grand Canyon yawns between my ears.”




Nothing on low to scheme about,

to focus on,

to try for.


No thing!


When you quit hoping the rain will stop

you pull out your umbrella.


In this hope-less vacuum

floating free of gravity,

all one can do is love.


When all that’s left is love,

all that remains

is the true Self.



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8 Responses to “Give Up Hope”

  1. john chagnon November 9, 2017 at 7:28 am #

    Very nice

  2. Stephani November 9, 2017 at 8:40 am #

    Sweet freeing words that promise freedom, relaxation, joy, and ease. Beautifully said with love, as always!

  3. Monica Zmuda November 9, 2017 at 10:25 am #

    I so needed this today. Thank you, Lesley, for your open heart, clear vision and endless love on this journey. Words are stuck right now, challenges huge. But, I feel the strong hand of the Master holding mine, Shabda giving me strength. Your channelled words in your books or on your blog are a powerful gift. Your sharing is food to my soul. Much love dear friend.💕

  4. Kelley November 9, 2017 at 10:37 am #

    Faith replaces hope❤️
    I love you

  5. Marian November 9, 2017 at 12:55 pm #

    This is so timely for me, Lesley. Thank you.

  6. Niki Sebastian November 9, 2017 at 8:24 pm #

    A perfectly timed gift, that directly “speaks to my condition”. Master’s infinite blessing in a small, managable dose.

  7. al medina November 13, 2017 at 9:04 am #

    Thanks, Lesley. I have my favorite poem by the great Rumi taped to my office wall. I read it every day…your lovely expression immediately resonates. Here it is:


    The grief you cry out from
    Draws you toward union.
    Your pure sadness
    That wants help
    Is the secret cup.
    Listen to the moan of a dog
    For its master.
    That whining is the connection.
    There are love dogs
    No one knows the names of…
    Give your life
    To be one of them.


    The secret joy of the heart is found only in pure sadness…after all hope for this world is annihilated. Thanks much.

    • Lesley November 13, 2017 at 11:55 am #

      Thank you all for your insightful comments. It’s so affirming to know that these experiences are shared with such evolved souls as you! That is a fabulous poem, Al. I can hear that whining, and it is profound.

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