Category: Ecstatic Poetry

A Love Beyond Valentine

On By Kavi Jezzie HockadayIn Divine, Ecstatic Poetry, Love, relationship, Spirituality, Thunderbolt Press CopyrightLeave a comment

Love is not a personal possession
Not something to keep for self
It’s not ownership of someone else
It is not something we can trade
It is a fragrance
So much deeper than self
It is the sweet beauty
Of openness without imagination
Tenderness without story
Love is the presence
Of just being with this as it is
It is humbling
And exhilarating
Compassionate
And without limit
Love is just what is naturally here
When everything that is not it
Is dissolved
In fact everything dissolves into it
Because love is not divisible
It is not me and you and others
It is the whole
Union.

Happy Valentine to your sacred heart ❤

This is How We Love

On By Kavi Jezzie HockadayIn Divine, Ecstatic Poetry, Love, poetry, relationship, Spirituality, Thunderbolt Press Copyright1 Comment

We love with a wild tenderness
Beyond egoic self protection
Naked and unashamed
With a care for each other
And a love for truth
We know truth heals
And lies kill love
We love with nothing left undone
Nothing swept away
Held hostage for another day
Transparent, see through love
Blown open to joy’s fresh wind
Unafraid of sharing what is broken
Knowing that one day
Good bye will tear us apart

This is how we love
Like innocent children
And weary lovers
Grown tired of the world
Turned towards hibernation
Wrapped up in each other
Waiting for spring

This is how we love
As spring flowers
Dancing gaily in the fresh wind
Delighted just to be
Swaying this way and that
Laughing at each other
Knowing we are the same

We love beyond all this
Earthly concern
In realms unexplored
And galaxies unknown
We came to this
From the mystery
And we dance the mystery
Together and alone

But our purpose here
Is to share our love
With you.

 

The Secret World Inside This One

On By Kavi Jezzie HockadayIn Awakening, Divine, Ecstatic Poetry, Love1 Comment

There is a whole world
Of natural intelligence
Inside this one
It is benevolent and kind
The radiation of pure love
It can only be accessed
Through openness and grace
This slipstream of love
Is always available
We may call it nature
We may call it awakening
We may call it love
It is always there
And it is only us who are not
Once you fall into it
You will never leave.

Divine Dance of Form

On By Kavi Jezzie HockadayIn artist, Awakening, Divine, Ecstatic Poetry, Freedom, Philosophy, poetry, Spirituality, Thunderbolt Press CopyrightLeave a comment

I have felt the sun rise
Inside my own body
Felt the waning moon
Weeping in my heart
I have had planets
And constellations
Of wild energy systems
Circulating up my spine
The whole universe
Has been inside me
And I have been
Inside the universe

But then something changed
And a new kind of peace arrived

Now I no longer know
Or care
Which is which
Or what is what

For all division
Between this and that
Between inside and outside
Between me and the vast
Has dissolved

There is only one thing
One intelligence
Emerging into form
As many
And disappearing
Back into itself
It is almost impossible
For the mind to grasp
But if you get just a hint
Of what I mean
It will be enough.

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Poet of the Ocean

On By Kavi Jezzie HockadayIn Awakening, Death, Ecstatic Poetry, Freedom, Love, metaphor, poetry, Sea, Thunderbolt Press Copyright1 Comment

I fell into the ocean of poetry
Struggled to keep myself afloat
Until all hope was abandoned
And I surrendered to my fate
After an eternity of sinking
I made my way back to the shore
Drenched and half drowned
Crawled upon the beach
A stranger approached me
I couldn’t speak
My heart, lungs and mind
Were so filled with poetic water
Eventually I spluttered and a single word
Uttered from my lips….
“Love.”

That was the start of my return
To the human realm.

Set Love Free

On By Kavi Jezzie HockadayIn artist, Divine, Ecstatic Poetry, Freedom, Love, poetry, relationship, Spirituality, Thunderbolt Press Copyright3 Comments

Love has a purpose
Unseen and mysterious
Ignored by all those
Who claim it for themselves
“It’s my love,
I love you, love me for who I am,” They cry
But love laughs

Love is not for ownership
You cannot keep love for yourself
Its purpose is to flow and spread
It is unconcerned with ideas of ownership
Or even relationship
It is as free as the wind
When you think you have it
It may well slip through your fingers like dust

Ego wants to own everything
It offers the illusion of power
In the vastness of eternity
And the mystery of existence

And so it claims love for itself

Love is the breath of God
Its purpose is to fill the lungs and heart
With divine resonance
Love is the gift we are given
From infinite intelligence
It is our communion with the divine
While we are here in form
It is our connection, our memory
Of home

Set love free from bondage friend
Let it fly and find it’s own way
Don’t trap it and lock it up
Open the doors and windows
And throw away the cage
And see what freedom arises
In your heart and soul.

The Agony and the Ecstasy

On By Kavi Jezzie HockadayIn Awakening, Ecstatic Poetry, Existentialism, poetry, Spirituality, Thunderbolt Press Copyright3 Comments

When you allow the world in
Fully and without any resistance
It will penetrate every atom of your being

You will experience
Both the agony of existence
And the suffering of being born into form

And also the sheer ecstasy of existence itself
The miracle of being
And the joy of being born into form

Both of these,
The agony and the ecstasy
Must be embraced with equal measure
Because both are true
But attach to neither
Because both are true

Only one who goes all the way in
All the way to the bottom
Can embrace both

Most spent their lives
Developing strategies to avoid them
And live a kind of half life.