Becoming a Pearl

Let the grit of our suffering
Become the pearl of our offering

There is always a purpose to our pain
It can feed our hate and resentment
Or, with great stealth and much grace,
It can feed a love so deep, so powerful,
It touches others and transforms them

Let wounds, trauma and suffering
Not be wasted on more negativity

But let it feed us and grow us
So we become something new
Something powerful and noble
Something worthy and beautiful
And let us carry ourselves
With humble magnificence
Even with all that has been broken.

– Kavi Jezzie Hockaday

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Come To The Garden

Come with me
My downhearted one
Come into the garden
And meet your innocence
Come and see your joy intact
Your playfulness still alive
Come and smell the sweet fragrance
Of your beauty untarnished by life
Come, we will discover what is not broken,
Yes, we will encounter love,
Love at its finest, its bravest
Its most powerful
It may overwhelm you
But let this overwhelm be a way
Of remembering

And when you have seen the beauty
And tasted the nectar
And imbibed the fragrance
When you have touched the passion

You will be ready to return
But I warn you
Your heart will never close again
You will have to carry the fragrance of the garden
Until you leave this world
And everyone who meets you
Will wonder where you have been.

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Go to the Source

Poetry is the fragrance of the flower
But not the flower itself
The flower itself
Cannot be described
Flower, fragrance, sweet aroma,
None of these really come close
But they are all we have
Such is the nature of poetry
It is all we have
To point to the indescribable

There is a secret intelligence
Inside all form, thought and deed
The true and persistent seeker
Will discover it
Only in silence and reflection
Will it reveal itself
Once found nothing superficial
Will ever seem the same

Why eat artificial sugar
When you can savor
The sweetest nectar of all

Go straight to the source my friend
If you are thirsty
Drink from the spring
Not the bottled water.

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To Eternity We Bow

To eternity we must bow
To the one great intelligence
That rules all life
While we dance and play and fight like children
Creating our own struggles and laws and beliefs
And praying to idols we create
Meanwhile the destiny of each of us
Is ruled by eternity’s inevitable hand
That beckons us forward

Life is in equal parts
Misery and Joy

The only freedom is to know all this
To stare eternity in the eye
To stand in awe at the vastness
To fall to one’s knees
To weep for everything that will be lost
And love anyway

Oh! the paradox, the great juxtaposition of life
To stare at eternity
Without falling into the abyss
Surely this is beauty itself.

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Grace – The Nectar of the Gods

I have fallen in so many holes
Been disappointed and felt let down
I have been furious and triggered
Thousands of times
I have wanted to run away from everything
Even end it all and vanish from existence
I have hurt others and been hurt
Done things I regret and made countless mistakes
I have missed opportunities and messed up
I have been righteous, rude and ignorant
Neglected when I could have cared
And turned away when I could have stayed

Yet now, as life courses through these veins,
As maturity deepens the wine
And a certain wisdom brings clarity
I see how everything fits together
I understand the pattern of being human

It doesn’t matter how long it takes
Even in the last minutes of life
At the final curtain
It doesn’t really matter what has been done
What really matters
Is whether it leads to love or not
Whether the door of love opens
And the milk of human and divine kindness
Flows or not
To arrive at forgiveness, compassion, kindness,
To arrive at sorry or great tenderness of heart
Is grace

And a moment of true grace
Is the nectar of the gods
And all life’s experience is designed
For the opportunity
To arrive at the door of that grace
We are the conduits of possibility
And the possibilities are infinite

I have fallen in so many holes
But all of them led to grace.

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This is our Love

This is our love
As open as the sky
Tender as a mother with a newborn
Without judgement or projection
Defenses no longer necessary
Fully present
Rooted in goodness and care

Yet nothing hidden
No dark stone unturned
Strong and clear
No victim, no aggressor
Not wet or new age
Not trying to be conscious
But willing to meet in the fire
Everything given, nothing held back
In full knowledge of the inevitable
Parting of the ways

A beautiful dance of two silences
Swirling, gliding and playing
On a path of love, in love, to love
Only love as destination
As though the world
Was made for us alone
Yet nothing selfish here
But shared without preciousness
A kind of fate that brought this
And a grace that sustains it
And a humility that deepens it

This is our love
A love that transcends the world
Yet includes it.