We are dancing in an endless ocean of love
Swimming with the beautiful ones
Unlocking the door to eternity
Feeling the breath of the ecstatic wind
Catching a glimpse of the sun
As it pours out its light
For the lovers of the world
The Garden is beautiful
Because you are in it.
It’s like a riddle
Made only for you
You have to work it out
No one can do it for you
Others may point
Inform and guide
But only when truth
Falls into you
Into your belly
Into your heart
Into your blood and bones
Will it make any sense
The journey is deep
And the challenges many
Emotions run hot
Beliefs become entrenched
The path of understanding
Draws us inexorably
But only when truth
Falls into you
Into your belly
Into your heart
Into your blood and bones
Will it make any sense
We are perfectly imperfect
Hurt and fragile
Indomitable and courageous
Tossed by the ocean
Thrown upon the shore
Desperate to make comprehend
Yet terrified of our darkness
But only when truth
Falls into you
Into your belly
Into your heart
Into your blood and bones
Will it make any sense.
Thanks for reading. I am returning to WordPress after many months away. I like the wordpress community and it works for my poetry.
If you also want to find my on Twitter I do regular short form poems of love and beauty there. Thanks!
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Understand how difficult it is
For most people to face themselves
And meet their unresolved emotions
Know how tough it is for you
To bear what feels unbearable
And have compassion and kindness
For those who just can’t do it
Not as some holier than thou thing
But as a genuine recognition
Of how hard it is to let go
Of all that has been held onto
The ruts of conditioning run deep
And are hard to heal.
When mind and heart are open
A natural harmony is inevitable
When either one are closed
Division and righteousness prevail
The door of possibility is open
And the invitation is clear
Do whatever it takes
To open mind and heart
Opening the mind is tricky
As there are veils upon veils
Opening the heart is painful
Covered over as it is by defendedness
Born of past hurts
And conditioned beliefs
But the warrior in search of truth
Is tenacious and willing.
Who has not felt the gut wrench of grief
Drowning in the uncontrollable wave
Which one has never felt broken
Fragility laid bare, wounds exposed
All beings stand equal
At the altar of eternity
When the veneer is rubbed off
Each will stand naked
In the presence of the unconditional
Adorned only in whatever humanity
They have salvaged from their existence
The day I fell out of the world
I was caught by a feather hand
That has held me ever since
Now words just tumble out
As if by themselves.
The true spiritual path is tough
At some point you may find yourself drowning
In an ocean of delusion
Games coming undone, unraveling
Beliefs that seemed so real
Shaking at their foundations
All this can feel overwhelming
Friend, learn to breathe under water
This drowning is the divine calling you
Inviting you to let it all go
And stay in the honesty of the unknown
Be softly still
And let what needs to fall, fall
There is no other way.
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
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.
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.
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.
Poetry of Beauty 