I AM LEAVING WORDPRESS

This is it
I am leaving wordpress after 5 years of poetry

It has been wonderful
But enough is enough

If you want to stay in touch and follow my poetry
You can find me on substack
https://kavijezziehockaday.substack.com

My subscription will run until the end of this month and then expire.

Thank you so much for following me, liking my poems and paying some attention.
The poetry is not stopping, only my chosen and preferred platform.
I still do all my poetry free and substack is no different.

So if you fancy continuing the journey jump on.
Otherwise be well and be blessed.

Kavi Jezzie Hockaday

FIND YOUR ROOTS

When strong emotions arise
Welcome them with open arms

When life deals you a bad hand
Don’t take it personally

If a storm approaches
Remember the sky
In which it comes

The tree without roots
Will collapse in the slightest breeze

Find what roots you
In the ground of your being
And no wind will fell you

There is a secret power
Found in the deepest relaxation
Nature already knows this
But we have forgotten
Remember this
When the storm comes.

Image by RegalShave from Pixabay

Return to the Garden

Heart is heavy
Weighed down by mind
Essential purity of love
Covered over by past pain

Mind is foggy
Clouded by fear
Clear seeing occluded
Divided by righteousness

Weary humans
Lost and angry
Desperate for meaning
Grabbing illusory power
In the face of eternity

We have given ourselves to a dream
Believing it to be real
Stumbled into a dark forest
Full of tyrannous shadows
And menacing threats

Only the silent humility of openness
The peace that passeth mind’s understanding
Can bring us back to our light
Tears may fall, thunder may rage
Grief’s rain may become an ocean
And swallow us up

But it will be true
And our hearts and minds
Will be cleansed of past pain
And resolved of righteousness

And we will return to the garden
Renewed and refreshed from our dream.

Image by Jaesung An from Pixabay

Remembering Our True Nature

Forgetting and denying
Our innate innocence
Is a great error

Assuming whatever innocence
We were born with
Has been erased
By wounds and conditioning
Keeps us locked in fear
And unworthiness

In other words
Locked in a lie prison

There we must stay
Until we realize
That our innocence is innate
It is our power, our authority
And our truth
And nothing experience does
Can eradicate it

Some call this awakening
But really all it is
Is remembering our true nature.

This is Peyote, our wise and deep, and innocent, puppy.

Eden Inside

There is no garden outside of us
It is a metaphor that speaks to our deepest
Eden is our innocence, our inner sense
A place that dwells in the heart of each of us
Our wholeness and truth

We fell out of that place
And we continue to fall out of that place
Each time we lunge into judgement and projection
Each time we see and feel separation
And of course all the time we are in fear

For fear is the vibration upon which
The illusory world is built

To return to our inner eden
That place of innocence and truth
We must meet fear and find out if it is real
We must transcend our judgement and projection
Without bypassing it
We must dissolve this illusion of separation
And upon our titanic meeting with fear itself
We must look it in the eye, stand firm and still
And say ‘no, no more tyranny, I am no longer available for you.’

Upon those words, if said with profound conviction,
The world of form, the world of the separate self
The whole thing
Will dissolve before our very eyes
And it will be as though nothing ever happened
For we will be returned to an innocent state
Of natural intelligence and wisdom
At one with the cosmos and each other and ourselves

This is the time of the healing
That allows us to return home to that eden.

Image by Anh Dang from Pixabay

Innocence Remembered

Our innocence is never lost
But always hidden
We each experience the fall
As though we are destined
To know that loss
That heartbreak
The shame and the guilt
The blame and the rage
We carry such burdens
That weigh heavily on our simple joy

We are all adam and eve
Playing out some vast human struggle
To reconcile the innocence of our true nature
With the burden and flaws of the human experience

When, through grace, we discover
Our innocence is still there
And is only covered over with survival strategies
It brings such relief
It returns us to the wholeness
That is our essential truth.

Image by Cheryl Holt from Pixabay

The Garden We Never Left

There is a garden
We are in it and of it
That garden is our essence
It is pure and innocent
All is well there
And harmony is its abiding state

Yet we had a thought of self
Imagination caught that thought
And separated itself
From all that is
In a fraction of a second
A divided world arose
A world of me against you
Us against them
A world of opposition
The world of duality
Which is, in truth, a servant of the divine
Become tyrannical ruler and autocrat

But the world of self
Was only ever an imagined one
A dream we believe is real

How do we get back to that garden?
By realizing that we never left it.

Image by Sasin Tipchai from Pixabay

The Beauty Always Here

The more tender and open we become
The more profound is the beauty
That reveals itself to us
The beauty is always here
It is us who are not available, for we are not here

Sometimes we may stumble upon this beauty
By grace, accident or great shock
Some have seen it in the space between life and death
Yet always these moments are fleeting
And leave us with longing and desire
To become established in that beauty, that love

And there the journey home really begins
The unravelling of what was once thought true
The meeting of ones darkness and what was denied
The falling, the grasping, the letting go
As the unknown looms large with great portent

And we may even become distracted for some time
By the imagination, as it dreams of what that beauty looks like
The mind is tenacious and hijacks everything
Including the truth, and it will tell us we know what to look for
And this detour may prevail for years

But by and by everything that is not the true path
Becomes a dead end

And we are left naked and vulnerable
And in that nakedness is our innocence
And in that innocence is the beauty
We so desperately sought
We must return to the garden naked and empty.

Image by Lee_seonghak from Pixabay