Kavi Jezzie Hockaday - Tearing off the mask

 

I would rather burn for the truth than settle for illusion
I have no interest in armchair spirituality
no taste for polished wisdom neatly packaged in soft words. 
Give me the ragged edge
the blood and bone of transformation, where spirit and matter collide.
Where awakening is not a gentle sigh 
but a fire that burns through every illusion.
I am for tearing off the mask, casting off the veil
and standing naked in the light of what remains.
For falling without a net into the abyss of the unknown
letting every fractured piece of me shatter on the ground
until only truth is left breathing.
I am for the beauty that underpins all of existence 
not the fragile fleeting kind
but the beauty that arises from ruin
that holds grief and heartbreak in it's arms and whispers, yes.
For the burning of the false on the pyre of truth
for the holy undoing, for the sacred unravelling.
This polite conversation bores me
it lulls me to sleep with it's empty gestures.
I would rather dance wildly in the storm
let the rain soak through my skin
let the thunder crack open my chest
until only love remains.
I would rather pick up my guitar and sing love songs to whatever mystery brought me here.
To the nameless force that breaks me
heals me, swallows me whole 
I would rather admit I know nothing
that I am no-one
than posture and pretend to be someone.

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