Carry no grievance It is a heavy cloud That casts a pall Over natural goodness.

Carry no grievance It is a heavy cloud That casts a pall Over natural goodness.
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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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.
As I ran in the silence of the early dawn
Held by the emptiness of mournful piano
An infinite sorrow came upon me
Causeless and peaceful
It was without limit
Soft and almost imperceptible
And inside it
Was a kind of exquisite ecstasy
None of this needed any explanation or inquiry
No holding on to it
As though it were life itself
The air, consciousness, love
I was there, in eternity,
As eternity, a moment in time
A witness and a drop in the ocean
I may never recover
Neither would I want to.
There is bad news
Despite all your efforts
Everything is still out of control
And you are falling through eternity
Without knowing how or why you are here
There is good news
It is all ok
It always was, always is and always will be
And the more you can accept
Your lack of control
The more you can bear the bad news
Surrender of personal ego
To the inevitable
Does not diminish one’s sovereignty
In fact it affirms it.
Friend, why not fly through the clouds
Into the firmament
Up, beyond the pull of gravity,
The gravity that holds us here
But pins us down
Out, through the outer layers
Of whatever field of energy
Allows the multitude of life to exist
On this blue ball of uniqueness
Into the dark and empty fullness of space
The first astronauts who ventured out into the darkness
Developed such a respect and love when they looked at home,
Alone and tiny in the great scheme of things
Vulnerable and miraculous in the eternal wheel
Why do we forget so easily
And become entangled in our pettiness
In our gripes and righteous complaints
In our arguments and wars
Remembering is such sweet humility
We are but flickers of light
That pass through the dark sky
Remember, remember, remember.
I wanted to post a new poem here today and discovered the new wordpress block editor format. I used it and I loathed it. I was like a monkey bashing around on a computer.
This afternoon I discovered the ‘classic editor,’ and I hope they continue to offer the choice. If I am forced to use the new block editor for my poetry I am gone.
What about you, have you gotten used to it? Maybe you are stuck in the classic mode as well.
This is how I feel about it.
We cannot change the world by fighting it
Even in these tyrannous times
Only a radical shift in our consciousness
Will bring the peace and creative alliance we seek
Our task is to embrace our hero’s journey within
To see and resolve all inner demons
To slay the dragons of ignorance we have invested in
And transform our own world from divided to whole
And then spread that unity far and wide
Through our vibration, our speech and our action
Then the world we sought to change through our righteousness
Will begin to change through our love
It doesn’t have to take forever….