HONESTY OF THE UNKNOWN

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.

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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

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.

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A QUANTUM LEAP

When an individual cell
In the collective body
Becomes fully realized
To its own nature
As unified goodness
Something remarkable transforms
In the quantum field
And that goodness
Becomes entangled
With the innate goodness
In other individual cells

When a community of cells
in the collective body
Becomes fully realized
To its own nature
As unified goodness
A quantum evolutionary leap
May occur across the entire species

This is a remarkable moment
To explore your inner world
And discover your true nature

Image by mohamed Hassan from Pixabay

THE DANCE

When the compassionate heart is discovered
When the knowing of the deepest love is revealed
It changes everything
And you will never want to leave there again

And all the forgetting and getting lost
And the returning home
Will become a dance
Instead of a burden.

WHEN THE WAVES FIGHT, THE OCEAN CRIES

Oh my love
So much division
Among us

How can we stand it
This endless fighting
Of the waves

While all the time
Our souls, or hearts
Longing for union

Oh my love
Let us put down our sticks
Lay down our weapons
Whether guns or words
Whether opinion or belief
And love each other anyway
Even in the wreckage
Even in the froth
Of these turbulent waves

I don’t know any answer
But love’s deepest acceptance
And even though I may err sometimes
Still I come back to this surrender

I am sorry
Please forgive me
I love you.

WISE UP

Those who does not know themselves
Cannot discern the difference
Between the snake oil seller
And the wise one
And will often follow the snake oil seller
Because their persuasive techniques
Appeal to the unmet emotions
Still held in the unexamined and unconscious system

Wisdom is not quite so easily fooled

We are in the intensity of those times.

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MASTERY OF THE SELF

He or she
Who can master
The agitated self
The obsessive self
The righteous self
The self that seeks power
The aggrandized self
The arrogant one
The worthless one
The self that imagines it is special
And the one that imagines it is not
The self that is constantly at war

Is free
And an asset to the liberation of others

He or she who is mastered by the self
Is a slave to their own ignorance
And a danger to the liberation of others

Mastery of self
Has nothing to do with force
And everything to do with
Surrendering the ego
To love’s all consuming fire

Without humility
The rampaging ego
Will rule the earth
Creating endless division
And feeding on
The fear it creates

Inner freedom loves
The freedom of others.

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REMEMBERING HEART

A collective that cannot share its sorrows
Cannot sit together in its grief and suffering

And see each one in the eyes of the other

A people so lost in individuation
It loses its humanity

Has not lost its mind
It has lost its heart
Forgotten itself
Fallen under a spell

The task of the restless one
Is to remember their own heart
Uncover it from all that has covered it
And then to shine it out
So others may also remember theirs

That is all we can really do
The rest is up to the divine.

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