WEAR YOUR WOUNDS WELL

Why hide what gives you your uniqueness?
The tree grows majestically
With its knots and gnarls
And you cannot tell what is wound
And what is beauty

Be unafraid of your cracks and wounds
They are your account of growth
Wear them with dignity and humble majesty.

Image by RegalShave from Pixabay

THE FRAGRANCE OF BEING

Here is another selection of poems from this week’s outpouring. I hope they speak to you. There are many more and I am truly realizing that I must find a way to get them in book form. That will become my mission for 2023. I have also declared I will do a kind of poetry and music album and that is also being lined up for next year.

The tough thing is that this teaching with Amoda takes up time, there are so many behind the scenes and technical, administrative tasks, let alone the new 501c we have just set up! It’s a busy life, this (relatively) new life in USA. We are at growth point.

Anyway back to the poems.

Thanks for reading!

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Whatever it is within your heart
That longs to burst forth
Cherish it and nurture it

Don’t let the flame
Be dampened by any negativity
Yours or others

There is a garden inside each being
Don’t let it become barren
A simple turning towards it
Again and again
Is enough


If you have caught
The fragrance of love
In the air
You must serve that love
Be bold and unashamed
True and open
Aware and awake
Humble and ordinary
Wrathful and peaceful

There is no one else for the task
It is your time
You are the chosen one.


The lightness of being
Is a delicate fragrance
Unencumbered by the past

Throw away time’s demands
And remember the innocence
Of your true nature

This beauty is latent within all beings
But only those willing to remove their armor
Can know its light.


Allow yourself
To feel so deeply
The world pours in
And is resurrected
Into love.


Be beautiful for no reason
Shine because it is
Inherent in your nature
You are the sun
And the moon
Believing yourself
To be the clouds.


Master discomfort
Not by doing anything
But by falling deeper into being.


Real love cannot be cultivated
It can only be revealed
For it is the very heart of us
The core, the essence,
But we have completely
Overlooked our essence
In favor of our appearance.


When the fight with life is over
All that is left is loving what is

From that moment on
All you can do is love it all
Including your experience and the world
However it shows up

But first we must end the fight with life.


Transcend culture
Without rebellion
Leave your ancestry
Without rejecting its influence
Go beyond
All definitions of yourself
And find peace in not knowing
Who you really are
What beauty there is
Within the one who is simply here.


You are the doorway
Through which love
Can arrive in the world.


Thanks for reading.

THE PULL TO GRACE – FRIDAY SHORTS

Hi, Here is a short selection of poems and insights, most of them appeared on Twitter this week:

There are jewels
Of illumination
In the darkness
To discover them
You must journey
Into the dark places within
When you stumble upon
Those jewels
Your surroundings
Will no longer be dark
And your inner eye
Will open to the beauty
And truth

You are searching for.


Many gardens lie barren
Deserted and overrun
With weeds and garbage
Self neglect is an effect
Of trauma and bad conditioning
Yet there is a way back

Know this inner garden
Tend to it, love it
Plant beautiful flowers
And water them daily
Watch it grow
No garden is dead.


To journey far enough inside
That you find equanimity
As a place to live from

And to bring that equanimity
Back to the surface world
And offer to the surface dwellers
So deceived by the pull to judgment

Is a blessing to yourself
And to that divided world.


Be above no-one
And below no-one

Ego lives on comparison
Above or below
Better or worse
Good or bad

Be above no-one
And below no-one

Simply be
Stop feeding the hungry ghost.


Offer others your presence
And your openness
Not your opinion.


Become unshakeable
Not just sometimes
When things are good
But always

Rest so deeply
In the silence of being

That this unshakability
Is an entirely natural occurrence.


The cultural you must die
If you are to truly know yourself

The cultural you
Is the imagined self
Built of conditioning

And ultimately
Is but a shadow
Of the light of who
And what you are.


I will stop there. There are scores of them!
Thank you for reading. Be well.

Santa Fe. We live here.

RELEASE ANGER FROM THE SHADOWS

Old stuck past anger
Creates grievances
In the present

Turned outward
It creates war with the world

Turned inward
It creates war with the self

Ultimately it’s a destructive energy
That begs us to see it, know it, feel it
So it no longer lurks in the shadows
This transforms anger into authority
And creative expression

And it gives us our voice back.

Image by Giacomo Zanni from Pixabay

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

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

The Joy That Follows the Rain

Yesterday I wept for my brokenness
For the wounds I carried through life
For the fear of abandonment
That drove me for so many years
To seek shelter in another’s arms
My how the tears burned and hurt

Today I am cleansed and softened
Those same wounds have become blessings
And all fear and vulnerability
Has transformed to tenderness
Today the past is a beautiful and sad story
For the heart welcomes everything home

I had forgotten the sweet joy
That follows the rain.

– Image by Sasin Tipchai from Pixabay