Take off that costume you wear
Let us meet in the naked truth
Admit it, you are pure consciousness
The heavens, the stars, all that was
All that is and will be
Wrapped in a costume
That seems so real
But you are not an actor
And I know the longing
To simply be yourself
Is what brought you here.
Remove all your layers
And become naked
You are the sky
With clouds dancing
Their way across
Your exquisite silent openness.
We are fragile creatures
Surrounded by loss
Our daily lives are lived
In an uncertainty
It is hard to face
So we turn away, afraid
But denial is no answer
Turn towards this fragility
Embrace impermanence
Let it all break open the flood gates
There is love water ready to flow.
Eventually fate arrives
At every door
With the same invitation
To return home
Until then
We must live boldly
Tenderly, authentically
Wisely and freely
We must dance with tears in our eyes
And the beauty of life
In our blazing hearts
Tasting the sweetness
Even as it vanishes into emptiness.
I went into the heart of darkness
And returned laden with jewels
I ventured deep into the mud
And understood how the lotus grows
I looked into humanity’s wounds
And saw its healing
Whoever looks inside
Eventually sees the light.
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.
Poetry of Beauty 