Radical Beauty

Throw away all this politeness
And speak up for beauty
And love!

Declare yourself a radical
Don’t hold your tongue any longer
Speak what is deepest in your heart
Serve your soul’s loving
What is there to lose?

You have been holding it back
Fitting in, keeping quiet,
Trying to find the middle ground
Not rocking the boat
Enough!

Rock the boat beautifully
Declare yourself to the world
Show your hand
Daunt your friends with your love
And with your honesty
Speak up for kindness and tenderness
The way those who laud hatred so proudly do

Serve beauty with all your heart
And something mysterious will happen
Beauty will see and hear you
And start serving you…not your false self
But the true and authentic you

Jump in, let’s go!
There’s not a moment to lose…

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Accept Your Tempest

Yesterday it rained
The clouds brought thunder
And lightning tore the sky open

Today the sun has returned
Calmly exuding heat and warmth
A restoration of presence

Both are welcome
By the earth
That accepts all visitations

Only the inside life matters
Filled with tempest and rain
Followed by sun and peaceful joy

We try to be one thing at our peril
And only by fully accepting
Our own tempest
Without it drowning us
And by accepting others thunder
Without it killing us
Will we become as deep as the earth.

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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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The Juice of Life

In such great need of control
In fear of his own vulnerability
Enslaved by anger and resentment
And conditioned to mind’s righteousness
Did he squeeze all the juice out of life
Did his inner flame perish
And all beauty fade to grey
Life lost meaning
And he died while living

True life springs from surrender
From embracing our wounds
From walking through darkness
From discovering our inner nobility
From turning towards heart

The juice of life
Is in our brokenness, our kindness
Our tenderness and our beauty
Our sorrow, joy and acceptance
Turn towards it
Again and again and again.
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I Returned From the Darkness – It Wasn’t a Spiritual Journey, It Was a Human One

When most people meet me these days, in our events or even socially, they see someone who is bright, active, grounded and (hopefully) full of love. Many are quite shocked to know how dramatic my transformation has been, and how I haven’t been like this always but have wrestled with many demons and overcome a lot to get to this point.
But it is very true. And not a day goes by I don’t give thanks for the grace that allowed me to catch a glimpse of the light far away down the tunnel, and held me as I took a hundred thousand steps through the darkness to find it.

A hundred thousand steps, one at a time, sometimes falling, stumbling, and failing. Going backwards, defeated and lost. And then getting up, dusting myself down, and carrying on. Pulled by some unseen hand, not knowing what I was really aiming for, but knowing I could not stay where I was or who I was. There was an inner me calling to be freed, and I served that one.

Through addiction, through dysfunctional relating, through ten years of illness, through negativity and fear, through the wounds of childhood carried unconsciously like great sacks of sorrow into each intimate experience.

Through catharsis, body work, ceremony, prayer, through endless therapy, meditation, self inquiry, fasting, detoxification, through exercise, through hopelessness and acceptance of death, through meeting the deepest existential hole at the center of everything, on and on. Oh I have been in the darkness. I never stopped seeking what was true for me, what was deeper, what was real and honest. I never stopped until I arrived at love’s open door.

And then I walked in.

And when I walked in through that door, the door disappeared, the past disappeared, separation disappeared and everything that had been so hard, so divided, so troubled, became just one thing, one immense and beautiful dance of agony and ecstasy, of the appearance of duality and the illusion of the dream. There was this remarkable sense of arriving home, where I had always been, but had been so lost in pain and imagination I had not realized it.

And that did not mean that suddenly there was nothing more to do. No. There was the ongoing living of this remarkable awareness, in humility and truth. The darkness is still there, no longer as the dominant force it was, but as a whisper of a fragrance of a ghost. It comes sometimes, when I am at my most vulnerable or stressed, and it taps me on the shoulder and says,’ Remember me, I am your reminder to stay humble and open, to stay here as love’s tenderness.’

I stay with gratitude to the grace that allowed me to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Thank you for reading. It is possible, with grit and grace, to walk through the darkness and into the light. It’s not a spiritual journey, it’s a necessary human one. And everyone can do it.

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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Follow Your Deepest

It is there, inside,
Like a light
Hidden by clouds
It is your inner guidance
The task is not to find it
But to remove all that obscures it

Follow your deepest calling
Dear heart
It’s the only thing
That will lead you to true love

At first we play on the surface
But over time we yearn for more
That yearning is for the deepest
It’s your soul calling
Listen quietly and softly
And follow it
Even if it scares you
Or seems crazy
Still follow your deepest
It is calling you home.