Rogue River

by Lesley | Jun 8, 2016 | Beloved, bliss, courage, Creativity, gratitude, love, radiance, Sound | 5 comments

I can’t stop myself

from singing Your love.

It oozes from

my every pore.

Gag me, bind me,

lock me in a cell.

It still flows,

like a rogue river

bursting onto shore.

Image: Wikipedia commons

5 Comments

Rudy Anderson on June 9, 2016 at 8:31 am

So beautifully descriptive of this poem’s author! It is also a lovely portrayal of all the Beloved’s devotees, and I so appreciate your spiritual eruptions of eloquence, Lesley.
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- Lesley on June 9, 2016 at 10:35 am
  
  Thank you, Rudy. It really is. When I hear of the trials we all go through, I am awed by the persevering devotion.
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Thomas on June 9, 2016 at 10:26 am

A little S&M never stopped anyone from true love……………..
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- Lesley on June 9, 2016 at 10:34 am
  
  Haha, Tom, that is hilarious and true. Thank you for the good laugh!
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Helen Visarraga on June 9, 2016 at 11:39 am

Wow! Just when I thought the extreme love flow from this weekend was beginning to wane, your imagery and words propelled my spiritual heart to a whole new level. Thank you for the awesome vessel of love that you are. Leslie, you are truly all in it for love 🙂
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