Spiritual Revelations for Humans Seeking Humanity in Humans ~CordieB.
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February 2, 2012 at 1:38 am · Filed under Art, Christianity, Humanity, Justice, life, Love, Observations, Poetry and tagged: 1st Corinthians, Alah, Art, bible, Budah, church, cordieb, creation, creativity, forgive, god, harmony, Humanity, Humble, jelousy, Jesus Christ, Lealousy, light, Love, peace, poem, Poetry, pride, Religion, soul, spirit, Spirituality, Trust
~Love Tames. CordieB.
I am kind and patient; not boastful or proud…
I am all knowing, yet humble; not boisterous or loud
I am secure in my stead; not untrusting or jealous
I keep no scores of bad deeds; I’m forgiving….unrebellious
I am thankful for mine; of your’s I’m not envious
I don’t hold resentment to ferment my soul…
In-line with my spirit, it is compassion I hold!
I’m not judgmental; I allow others to be…
That which they are; so their souls might be free
Knowing we all are created from the same mighty force
Good, bad or indifferent; of the same Holy source!
I rejoice in the truth; refrain from deception…
Persevere with great hope, amid pain or rejection.
Not easily angered, remaining kind and protective…
Willing to look closely at life from another’s perspective.
I am the foundation of all Creation thereof…
I’m the most powerful, unfailing, Spirit of all
…I Am the Spirit of Love…
~Written by CordieB, Inspired by 1st Corinthian’s 13 and of course….. Love.
Quote for the Day: When I was a child, I talked like a child; I thought like a child; I reasoned like a child. As I grew, I put childish ways behind me. Then I saw but a poor reflection, as in a mirror. Now I see face to face. Then, I knew only in part. Now I know fully and I am fully known.
And now these three remain…
Faith
Hope
Love
But the greatest of these is…
LOVE
~1 Corinthians 13, The Bible
Another Quote: Knowing is realizing we don’t know it all ~CordieB.
Peace, Light and Love….
August 2, 2010 at 10:39 pm · Filed under Art, Observations and tagged: action, Ambition, Complacent, CordieB. The Naked Soul, discovery, Dreams, fear, House of Many Mansions, inspiration, Inspirational, letting go, Love, mindfullness, Moving, poem, Poetry, possibilities, potential, Releasing Fear, spiritual, Windows of Opportunity, Wisdom
Current Mood:
Esctatic
Possibilities Are On the Horizon - CordieB
There are vast possibilities on the horizon; It’s up to us to manifest those possibilities into realities!
The Woman and Her Mansions ~CordieB.
She lived in a house of…
Many Mansions
Countless Doors
Infinite Windows and
Endless Floors
~~~
Yet she confined herself to…
One small house
One small room
Her comfort zone…
Filled with unfulfilling gloom
~~~
Many windows of…
Opportunity came her way
Opened doors –
Yet here she stayed…
Afraid to leave
Her cramped comfort zone
Yet inside, she’d often
bitch moan and groan
~~~
Over time she…
Over-decorated her little room
With too much brick-a-brat
Familiar clutter…
A little of this, A lot of that
Obstructing her windows
Covering her floors…
Obscuring her vision
Blocking her doors…
Taking her breath!!
Out of control!!
Killing her softly…
Draining her soul…
~~~
Until one day she was brave enough to…
Release the shutters!
Open the doors!
Roll out the carpet!
Explore other floors!
Bask in the sunshine!
Laugh in the rain!
Experience the world
Through both joy and pain!
~~~
She began exploring her many mansions and…
Seek new adventures!
Become experimental!
Redecorating her once limited mind…
With knowledge and boundless potential!
~Written by CordieB.
In my Father’s house are many mansions ~ The Bible, John 14:2
Inspired by the Naked Soul. Thanks Mark!
March 10, 2010 at 7:56 pm · Filed under Art, Dreams, Love, mindfullness, Original Stuff, Poetry, relationships, Spiritual Riddles, Spirituality and tagged: cordieb, eternal, eternity, future, god, infinity, Love, Past, peace, Poetry, Present, relationships, riddle, spirit, spiritual riddle, Spirituality, today, tomorrow, yesterday
Just Beyond the Horizon ~CordieB.
Upon her breast lie my hopes, dreams and plans
Loosely holding my destiny in slippery hands
Each morning I look forward to her creeping on in
And with her arrival, new beginnings begin
Immeasurable surprises and presents she bares…
Dreams of happiness, heartaches– a myriad of cares
I can never quite guess the present she’ll bring
I can never quite name the exact tune she will sing
We have Infinite possibilities and boundless potential
Yet our fate is neither promised nor inconsequential
I anticipate her advent with both joys and sorrow
Just beyond the horizon; she is Tomorrow
~Written by CordieB, © All rights reserved.
Quote for the Day.
"Be mindful of how you approach time. Watching the clock is not the same as watching the sun rise." ~Sophia Bedford-Pierce
March 3, 2010 at 8:30 pm · Filed under Art, Dreams, mindfullness, Observations, Original Stuff, Poetry, relationships, Riddles, spiritual, Spiritual Riddles, Truth and tagged: being, bittersweet, cordieb, findfullness, freedom, holding on, hope, joy, Love, lovers, memories, mindfullness, nastalgia, Past, Present, present moment, relationships, spiritual, spiritual riddle, today, tomorrow, yesterday
Current Mood:
Cool & 
Flirtatious & 
Happy
Distant Lover ~Sketched by CordieB.
This riddle was inspired by a recent post by Mare Cromwell. Check out Mare’s writing…quite enlightening! 
Spiritual Riddle – My Distant Lover
This nostalgic lover has left me…oh, so many times…
Through much laughter and tears… many riddles and rhymes…
Though often I’ve tried mighty hard to hold on to him tight—
Always he departed before the glow of moon light
At times when he left, I felt greatly relieved…
Other times I’ve longed for him; passionately I grieved
Whether I choose to remember or opt to forget
The times we’ve shared, there’s no need for regret…
Each time he leaves, he’s never, ever the same…
Some nights leaving with joy…other nights filled with pain…
~~A gift of pure sunshine…a blanket of rain~~
And each time he vanquishes into mystic descent
He hands me a most cherished Present…
Though I can never hold onto him past the brink of dawn
Forever he leaves me with the will to move on…
I feel the breath of his whisper – yet he starves me of touch
Knowing our destiny has already been written as such….
Vanishing into the mist, leaving me with a new day!
Whilst I love, whilst I live!
Whilst I lust, whilst I pray!
He is ever so close–yet so far away…
Who is He… ? (Click below for riddle answer)
August 7, 2009 at 7:01 pm · Filed under Art, Dreams, Humanity, life, Observations, Original Stuff, Poetry, spiritual, Spirituality, Truth and tagged: Beliefs, Believe, cordieb, Evolution, Flash 55, Flash Friday 55, G-man, imagination, Law of Attraction, Love, manifestation, peace, Poetry, posibilities, Purpose, Religion, soul, spirit, spiritual, Spirituality
The following poem is submitted for the fabulous Friday 55, hosted by none other than the G-Man, AKA, Mr. Know it All. I’m about an hour late on my submission, but I hope someone still finds it beneficial on any day of the week. :) Here ’tis…
©2004-2009 *tigsie17
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Belief
Our life is a mirror reflecting our beliefs
Whether laced with joy or riddled with grief
We can only see what we believe real
What we don’t believe can’t be revealed
Change your belief system and you will see
Changed beliefs manifest into reality
Remove the false veil of impossibilities
Infuse your imagination into actualities
~~~~~~~~
~Written by Cordieb.
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Peace, Light and Love! CordieB.
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July 15, 2009 at 9:00 am · Filed under Abuse, Art, Christianity, Favorite Poems, Humanity, Justice, Love, Mental Stress, Observations, Original Stuff, Poetry, Spiritual Riddles, Spirituality, With Liberty and Justice for All and tagged: darkness, light, Love, opposites, peace, perspective, senses, Spirituality
My creativity has been at a stall here of late. Perhaps it’s the zoids and pain killers I’ve been taking… In any event, I don’t seem to be able to focus long enough to write anything, so, I thought I’d share something I wrote some time ago. . . Blessings to all of you….
Photo courtesy of Jason McKim and is licensed under the Creative Commons
I can be cold as the bluest, hottest ice
And hot as the bluest, fiercest fire. . .
I’m a false reflection of a conceptional misconception
Whatever your limited or infinite mind’s desire
You listen to my loud, yet gentle vibration
You believe me fully with no hesitation . . .
You see me with all colors of the beautiful rainbow
Is that really all the colors? Will you ever know?
Only if you can let me go. . .
I’m young and younger, black and blacker
Smart and wise. A genius. A true catalytic cracker
Beautiful, and most beautiful – is there really such a thing?
Breath in the melody that I most wonderfully sing!
I can be red, yellow, or indigo blue
Although I’m real in essence, I’m never the truth,
I’m at your worst, completely false;
Incomplete at your best; a simple impulse.
I can be joyfully sorrowful and sorrowfully glee, too.
But, whatever I am, I’m always completely real to you.
Do you feel me! Do you get my point!
Do you smell my noise? Can you hear my funk!
Can you see my darkness? Can you touch my light!
Can you smell my vision? Can you taste my sight!
Can you smell the painful pleasure,
Can you taste the agony of the estasy?
No matter what, I’m always YOUR reality;
I am in you and you are in me.
If you change your perspective.
I’ll change mine– as your’s reflective.
I am oh so evil, and yet so kind
The world would be nothingness if I were blind.
But, maybe not-how dare I say?
And now I lay me down to pray . . .
I pray that you free me every then and now
From your dear self, for this I vow . . .
Will free you from hypocrisies
And all the false analogies. . .
From judgements, prejudices, anger and hatred …
These no longer exist, once I am emancipated.
My negation gives you insight, free and clear
Of a far away place that is yet so near
If you could release my blessed curse and damned grace
And move beyond object, time and space
For that brief moment in that sphere
You’ll sense a unity so crystal clear
Even beyond your limited, infinite imagination
Who am I, I am simply . . .
(click below for riddle answer)
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May 7, 2009 at 2:39 pm · Filed under Art, Justice, life, Love, Mental Stress, Original Stuff, Poetry, Spirituality and tagged: blossom, boys, children, cordieb, friends, girls, growing, growing up, Jump Back Juicy, Keith Haring, Love, mocking, playing, poems, Poetry, Spirituality, spring, teasing, Tree of Life
Art – Tree of life, By Keith Haring , 1985
The following poem was written in response to Simply Snicker’s poetry prompt. This week’s (Through May 10th) prompt prompts us to use the words, Jeer , Jump and Just in our poems.
Also, we are celebrating the life of American pop artist Keith Haring , who was born on May 4, 1958. A sample of his wonderful art is shown above. Also, visit his site. He was a most wonderful artist.
In light of the light-hearted, yet meaningful and deeply spiritual, nature of Keith Haring’s art. .. I thought I’d try a little light hearted poetry to accompany his work. Of course a spiritual lesson is spinned in the words too–I think. Anywho…
Jump Back Juicy
Jump back Juicy, have no fear
Just becuz they jab and jeer
can’t you see the time is near…
when yo eyes seez crystal clear
Jump back Juicy, dry those eyes
look into the bright blue skys
nature’s bout to make allies
of those boys who make you cry
Jump back Juicy; have no doubt
You’ze about to step on out
You’ze beginning now to sprout
Ain’t no need to worry bout
Nothin that those boys a saying
they just boys who likes a playing
pretty soon they be prayin
for the comfort of yo laying…
Jump back Juicy, let’s go play
it’s another pretty day
Picked you flowers round the way
What’s yo real name anyway…?
~Written by CordieB.
Quote for Today: All things blossom in due time. ~CordieB.
I have a feeling you are in the mist of blossoming right now~ Just you wait and see!
Peace, Light and Love. . . CordieB.
April 28, 2009 at 11:42 am · Filed under Art, life, Love, Mental Stress, Observations, Original Stuff, Poetry, Spirituality
Once she became aware, she began to see the forest through the trees. ~CordieB.
She walked this earth with little ease
Since others hearts she strived to please
But once she learned to please her herself;
And still respect the needs of else
Her walk became clear and free with ease
At last, she saw the forest through the trees
March 26, 2009 at 12:44 pm · Filed under Art, Love, Mental Stress, Observations, Original Stuff, Poetry, Spirituality and tagged: African American, Art, blame, compassion, cordieb, ego, Ego Tripping, judgement, Love, people, poems, Poetry, relationships, spiritual
Thru the Fire ~CordieB.
Misaligned with my spirit
Disconnected from my core
And my ego was screaming. . .
Give me, More, More, More!!!
Empty feelings of needing
Disenchanted with my life
Whilst my Ego continued…
causing Strife, Strife, Strife!!!
Persevering the battle
Looking inward for relief
Yet my Ego remained…
causing Grief, Grief, Grief!!!
Tried to detach from all
Tried to let it all go
Still my ego was strong
She refused to let go!!!
Then along came compassion…
to my rescue she came…
with humility’s lesson
she revealed my true name
Thru the Fire, I emerged…
Free of judgement or blame…
Realigned with my spirit!
Reconnected with my core!
Love’s unveiling my true identity
As I explore; as I implore…
Love, she sustains… "Overjoy, Overjoy…"
~Written by CordieB
January 22, 2009 at 7:25 pm · Filed under Art, life, Love, Mental Stress, Observations, Original Stuff, Poetry, Spirituality and tagged: change, cordieb, growth, Love, original poem, poem, spiritual, Spirituality, Wisdom
Me, courtesy of CordieB
I am who I am. . .
Am I who I am or. . .
Am I who I think I am. . .
or
Am I who others think I am
or
Am I a collective version of both?
Am I the same as I was yesterday
last year,
5 years ago?
Has there been regression
or
Has there been growth?
Have I learned from my experiences
or do I still do
the same things …
the same way
and receive
the same results
which I know are not
the results I really want. . .
or
Am I beginning to try different things
or do things in different ways
which bring forth new experiences
new lessons . . .
new blessings
But all in all. . .
I am who I am . . .
and I am exactly as my Creator
would have me to be at this very moment!
ok. . . it’s another moment. . .
and another. . .
I wonder how much I’ve changed……. since two lines ago?
That I’ve changed is a wonderful thing to know. . .
for…anything that is not changing…
can not in fact be living…
So, I am…a changing being…
~~Written by CordieB.
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