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

FALL INTO SKY NATURE

The tangled web we weave
Entangling ourselves and each other
In the stickiness
Like a glue that wants to harden
And solidify into something fixed

All this entangling must come undone
Sometimes in one fell swoop
Often as a gradual erosion

The inherited and conditioned patterns
Woven into us unconsciously
Parents, religion, morality
All the ancestral wounds
Playing themselves out in each of us

All this must cease being the driver
Of our urges, our habits and our addictions

This is a call to become naked and innocent
To fall into the unknowing-ness prior to personality

It is no small call, not for the feint of heart
It is a warriors challenge, for it takes great courage
To take everything off
To remove the veils
To open Pandora’s box
To meet the ghosts
To face any and all demons
Not from a place of war
But from the deepest peace and openness
As the sky accepts the tumult of the storm.

Image by Brigipix from Pixabay

FORM AND FORMLESS

You are eternal and unchanging
A universe in which manifestation occurs

You are also manifestation occurring
Temporary and forever changing

Finding a way of living these two truths
Is the ultimate dance of form and formless

The sky and the clouds may appear different
Yet are all one thing.

Image by Kanenori from Pixabay

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

LINE IN THE SAND

Power, authority, dignity
The truth of us
Usurped in youth
By conscious or unconscious action
Becomes occluded
Covered by shame, guilt, rage, unworthiness
Which embeds itself in the delicate human design
Seemingly impossible to remove
But wait!

There comes a time when we must decide
That we are no longer defined by the insults
That happened in the past
The line in the sand, the ’no more’ place within

And when we do that we are called to our inner authority
And it is challenged by the world, by us, by others
And we may struggle to find who we are
Beyond the embedded self protective mechanism
But there is freedom in all of us
And nothing that we really are vanishes forever
And we have more power than we realize

Spirituality doesn’t do this for us
Other people can’t do this for us
We must find the line ourselves
And stand upon it
Over and over again if need be
With a kind of resolve
That makes it clear to the universe
We are done being defined by all that happened.

Image by Pexels from Pixabay

UNDOING

We have become done up
Some like tightly coiled springs
Others more loose and relaxed
But still, all done up

This doing-up is our conditioning
Our introduction and familiarization
With what we now call the matrix

It seems random what kind of doing-up we are subject to
But of this we can be sure
As soon as we catch a glimpse
Of something more intrinsic, more true,
Than the doing-upness

Something is set in motion
A search, a journey, a seeking, a longing,
An ever increasing awareness
That something is not right about the doing-upness

And that will bring us to the path of undoing
And what a path it is!

Image by Tawny Nina Botha from Pixabay

SING YOUR OWN SONG

The heart longs
To sing it’s song
In the morning
And in the evening
Whether that song
Is of joy or sorrow
It is not the song that matters
But the expression
Into the universe

The mind says no
You’re not good enough
The song is lame
It’s too revealing
You are too sensitive
Too vulnerable
To be singing such things

You listen to the mind
But over time
The frustration is immense
The blocking of natural desire
To sing your unique song
Starts to kill you
Or make you depressed

You may have even forgotten
You had a song to sing
Because you are now distracted
By all the others things
That have gone wrong
As a consequence
Of forgetting to sing your song

But wait!
Friend, it is never too late
To sing your song
To give expression
To your uniqueness
And I’m not talking about
Mouthing from your ego
I’m talking about
Saying your blessed name
Into the eternal ocean
From your soul.

The Dancer and the Danced

We are being danced
Played and vibrated

We have given ourselves an identity
Given a name to the nameless we are

A dancing pattern of particles
Stardust gathered from the vast
Circling an imperceptible black hole, a void
At the center of our constellation

We are a universe, each one a world unto ourselves
Billions and billions of worlds
Colliding, interacting,
Drawing towards and repelling

For one moment, cease giving a name to yourself
Rest as the nameless one
Be the dance

In truth
You are the player and the played
The vibrator and the vibration itself
Mesmerizing astonishing truth

Don’t dumb yourself down
By imagining you are just a small someone
You are all that is
Eternity gathered up as a unique expression
What more do you want?

Image by Sasin Tipchai from Pixabay

ENTRUSTED WITH THE SPARK

We have each been entrusted
With the divine spark of life

Love, compassion and joy
Are encoded into our dna

Yet we forget, beguiled by
Survivalism and conditioning
Mesmerized by desire and fear

And in our amnesia
We walk the earth
Searching for something
That makes us feel whole

We are already whole
And each of us
Has been entrusted
With the divine spark of life

Remembering this
Allows the spark
To become a fire.

Image by Lenka Sevcikova from Pixabay