by Lesley | Dec 20, 2016 | Beloved, bliss, courage, Creativity, Devotion, eternity, Forgiveness, journey, love, Relationships |
That hurt that stops you like a bear trap, metal teeth cutting to the bone is really but a raindrop on a hot rock. It sizzles and then evaporates. But the mind tells the story of pain and blood, and a cold winter storm until the hurt becomes a bomb dropped on...
by Lesley | Apr 6, 2016 | Beloved, bliss, books, consciousness, courage, Devotion, gratitude, hiking, journey, Relationships, Surrender, writing |
Dear Readers, The time has come. My new book is available on Amazon. I invite you to click here in order to read the first chapter, or simply get a copy of the book. Here’s what it’s about: High on a New Mexico mesa top in a tiny mud hut, Lesley King,...
by Lesley | Dec 9, 2015 | Beloved, consciousness, courage, Devotion, Forgiveness, gratitude, karma, Relationships, Surrender |
We stand like that tree with lovers’ hearts, buddys’ brands and lone travelers’ musings, incised long ago now distorted into burnt wounds. Their original meaning is lost in the sap and bark of ages and yet ready in any moment to bleed across our...
by Lesley | Jul 29, 2015 | Beloved, bliss, Devotion, Forgiveness, love, Relationships, Surrender |
I hold Arjuna in my lap pry open her mouth. She jerks away and races around the house. “I will not hurt you,” I plead. “It is just medicine to make you well so you can dance in life’s joy.” So the Beloved whispers to me each day as that Power pries open...
by Lesley | May 6, 2015 | Beloved, courage, Forgiveness, gratitude, health, karma, Relationships, Service, Soul, Sound, Surrender |
It seems its only job is to thwart me, that illness that shrivels my strength to a crinkly rose petal that neighbor whose threats break down doors into may past where I once huddled shivering that job that presses like a spring gale always wanting more. But...
by Lesley | Apr 1, 2015 | Beloved, courage, Forgiveness, Relationships, Soul, Sound |
On a moonless night it seems they harm me that mate sister brother mother father friend neighbor stranger. With a look a word a finger a fist— slayed. But the Beloved reveals no thing no one can. Soul in its glory is impervious as the sky. ...
