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. Reply 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. Reply Thomas on June 9, 2016 at 10:26 am A little S&M never stopped anyone from true love…………….. Reply Lesley on June 9, 2016 at 10:34 am Haha, Tom, that is hilarious and true. Thank you for the good laugh! Reply 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 🙂 Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.