Tag: truth

What Really Matters is Love

On By Kavi Jezzie HockadayIn Divine, Ecstatic Poetry, Freedom, Love, poetry, SpiritualityLeave a comment

We have such a tendency
To get lost in things
That really don’t matter
Except in that precious moment
We get triggered easily
And we get lost, say things we might not mean
Do things we might regret
And we forget what really matters

Ego screams ‘I am what really matters,
I must be right, or wrong, or powerful
I must get what I want beyond anything else.’

But that’s just a petulant child
Having a tantrum

What really matters is found in the deepest
Love’s true and authentic expression and connection
Love is what really matters
And not just a co-dependent kind of love
Not the love that barters with life
But one that is inherently giving not taking
There is an extraordinary power in love
When it is not held in self ownership
The true heroes and heroines of humanity
Are not the conquerers or the kings
But those that have stood up in love
Those that have spread love’s fire
No matter what risk or ridicule

There is world changing power in love
But first we must decide
What really matters.

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Union of Heart and Mind

On By Kavi Jezzie HockadayIn Awakening, Divine, Freedom, Love, poetry, SpiritualityLeave a comment

When mind and heart are one
Harmony reigns
When mind and heart are two
Disharmony rules
And battle will unfold
Mind will tyrannize
The inner and outer world
And heart will become
Abandoned and denied
We are in such times as these

The only way is for each of us
To restore the unity
Of heart and mind within
Bring inner harmony to our lives
And share that harmony with others

There is great power
In the union of heart and mind
Do not underestimate it
It could restore the world
To its natural state.

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The River Comes Alive

On By Kavi Jezzie HockadayIn Awakening, Divine, Freedom, Love, poetry, SpiritualityLeave a comment

My purpose is to get
The water flowing again
In your river
To stir you up and prod you
Invite you, beseech you
Squeeze you and tease you
To remember the innocence
You arrived here with
To embrace a deeper and deeper love
To celebrate the beauty of your soul
To fully embrace your human experience
But to live as though you are not time bound
My purpose is to liberate you into freedom
So we can meet and cry and laugh,
Dance and sing, and truly remember ourselves
And everything that is good
Will pour forth
From that frothy, beautiful river
And spread out into the world
As the healing balm it so needs.

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The Heart Must Open

On By Kavi Jezzie HockadayIn Awakening, Freedom, Love, peace, poetry, Spirituality2 Comments

I woke up this morning
And wanted to write
Something clever and wise
Some great insight
That would strike a chord
In the mind of the one
Who read it

But all I can think about is the heart
And how much love we actually need
And how little of it many of us get
And those thoughts spiraled me downwards
Into the ocean of a kind of grief
Not a sad place
But a true place
A place of love rediscovered
And brought to the parched world

What use is all this
If love is not at the heart of it all
What purpose this life
That we share with others
If love, true love, authentic love,
Is not there, on the table,
Easily seen and openly felt

Have we created a machine-like world
Where love is commodity
A transaction, a thing?

If I have discovered anything
On this long journey of transformation
It is love, pure, honest, simple, open
Real, powerful, compassionate, humble,
Radical, wild, ruthless love
Is the only thing that really matters
And we must do everything we can
To rediscover that love
Lest we wither and perish.

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Let Me Speak To The Beauty Within

On By Kavi Jezzie HockadayIn Awakening, Divine, Existentialism, Freedom, metaphor, poetry, SpiritualityLeave a comment

Let me speak to your dream body
And whisper words of openness
That may awaken it to remember its truth

Let me say things that stir your soul
And remind you of something
Almost forgotten
Become just a faint cry in the distance

Let me speak of beauty and grief
Of sorrow and sadness
But also of joy and love
And rekindle your inner flame
So easily extinguished in this harsh world

That small voice within
Let me encourage it and tug at it
Let me say yes you can
Even amidst the no you cannot

There is so much more to us
Than this superficial living knows
A life that dwells quietly and secretly
Below the surface
Let me speak to that
So it may come alive
And animate your every breath.

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Hopeful or Hopeless

On By Kavi Jezzie HockadayIn Awakening, Existentialism, Freedom, Inspiration, Love, poetry, Spirituality1 Comment

I am neither full of hope
Nor am I filled with hopelessness
This poetry, these words of love,
Are rooted in themselves
Not offered to you
In the hope of salvation or a new world
Or the desperation of hopelessness
I do not swing between these two poles
I am for beauty
And love’s openness
Here and now, in this moment
Let the future take care of itself
I am here with the present
Too busy dancing and singing
Crying and grieving
Too filled with this wonder
To be lost in hope or hopelessness.

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We Are Drowning

On By Kavi Jezzie HockadayIn Awakening, Divine, Existentialism, poetry, Spirituality5 Comments

And as we drown
On the existential level
As our very heart
Is invalidated and brushed aside
We die to beauty and tenderness
This world will kill us
Not in the way we imagine
But it will kill our souls
It will make us weary
Always fighting each other
Over troubles we have created ourselves

We are drowning
And without a shift in the way we are
Without a radical change in consciousness
We will drown
We are a tired and angry species
Born for love
Lost in confusion
The heart hangs on by a thread
While fear runs its rampant course

Our butterfly moment
When the old dies
But the new has not yet arrived
We must endure our drowning
And each of us who is called
Must find their way through the darkness
To the light of truth
Each soul that wakes up
Carries a torch that is passed
From one to another to another
Until momentum takes over
And it carries itself

Maybe this is what it takes
For us to change our tired old ways.

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