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.”
Exactly!
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.
Very nice
Sweet freeing words that promise freedom, relaxation, joy, and ease. Beautifully said with love, as always!
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.?
Faith replaces hope❤️
I love you
This is so timely for me, Lesley. Thank you.
A perfectly timed gift, that directly “speaks to my condition”. Master’s infinite blessing in a small, managable dose.
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:
LOVE DOGS
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.
Rumi
The secret joy of the heart is found only in pure sadness…after all hope for this world is annihilated. Thanks much.
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.