Lesley S. King

I heard this poem read more than a year ago and it has stayed with me. The other day I ran into the poet. Blessed timing. Before Your Gates At last, Beloved, this insurgent stands before Your gates, without a guard or chains. I bring no army; I make no demands. Blood-stained and battle-weary from [...]

As a travel writer, one of my duties has been to rate accommodations. Of course I have an ideal against which I measure all. These hotels or resorts possess a five-star ambiance. A room in such a place might have thick Persian rugs on maple floors, gold tile in the Jacuzzi bath and silk bed [...]

Every experience is a journey in spirit. A poem by my friend Mary Johnston illustrates this perfectly. My Lesson from Boston There was a terrorist attack at my front door today The bomb was constructed meticulously with wires of worry and angst over all that had to be done in a day The explosive fuel [...]

Occasionally the Beloved brings me a poem that I can’t resist. This is one by my friend Logan Jo’el. The Beloved Physician I have nothing and am too happy, they say. Why does he smile so often, what drug or wine does he imbibe? My body aches at the end of the day, yet I [...]

Take the love road. It’s best not to turn right or left. But if you do, no problem. While you travel the byway, never forget the love road. Eventually, you will merge back. Stop for meals only at Love Diners and sleep only in Love Motels.   When you know nothing but love and have [...]

I awaken with a quiet lethargy. It tugs at me like a lead weight pulling me deep into the ocean. But I rise from my bed, do my spiritual practice, and head into the world. I drive to the grocery store, and on the way, the weight bears down again. After a week of restless [...]

With a prompt from my publisher I open a document and read the first unfavorable review for my novel, The Baby Pact. It is inevitable. I have received a number of positive ones so I knew a negative one would likely come. After all, that is the dual way of the lower worlds. What surprises [...]

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Every cell in my body is the micro of the macro.   Every atom within me vibrates reflecting upon my whole world.   When I keep my attention on my Beloved, the highest possible existence manifests.

Recently I turned down a book contract. Even as I write this I shake my head, incredulous. This might very well be an author’s greatest sin. But I had to. The Beloved has shown me that the physical world is practice. It is the playground where I hone my skills that ultimately take me into [...]