Spiritual Revelations for Humans Seeking Humanity in Humans ~CordieB.
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August 9, 2011 at 10:49 pm · Filed under Love, Mental Stress, mindfullness, Observations, Poetry, spiritual, Spirituality and tagged: a course in miracles, Love, relationships, self love, spiritual, woe
Woe is he who played the fool
Who lost himself; yet broke no rule
Woe is he who lived the perfect lie
Yet bears no blame for his own cry
Woe is he, living for someone else
A worthy deed, but faux no less
Woe is he who changed for love
Whose truest self, he gave not of
Woe is the man who doesn’t love self
And yet expects this love from someone else…
Written by CordieB
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“Nothing real can be threatened; nothing unreal exists.” ~A Course in Miracles
“As you see him you will see yourself.
As you treat him you will treat yourself.
As your think of him you will think of yourself.
Never forget this, for in him you will find yourself or lose yourself. ” ~A Course in Miracles
December 6, 2010 at 10:38 pm · Filed under Dreams, Humanity, life, Love, Mental Stress, mindfullness, Original Stuff, spiritual, Spirituality, Truth
Stillness ~By CordieB.
When we are down in the Valley of darkness and confusion
And life appears to be an endless delusion
This is the time, when we must stop, drop and be still
Listen for the answers; release all self will
When we are down in the Valley of Calamity
And troubles roll in like a raging sea
These are the times we must quiet our voices and actions
Await patiently for the answers, avoid any reactions
When we are down in the Valley and our hearts seem to bleed
And our emotions are in turmoil; lay still and take heed
to the answers that come, with the stillness of life
Listen for wisdom of truth; avoid stress and strife
The answers won’t come when we’re searching too hard;
they are never revealed when our heart is onguard
It’s only when our mind is clear from all tumultuous sources
That we hear the sweet revolution of truth whispered in silent voices
We must gaze into the cracked mirror to see what we create
We must probe our inner thoughts; because thoughts bring forth fate
We must search our desires; we must examine our fears
In stillness only will we discover the true cause of our tears
Still waters run deep; they allow us to see
the reflection of life looking back at the real me
Troubles waters only reflect an untruthful distortion
Turbulent waves only give forth a reflected contortion
Of the realness and allness that sent us into the valley
of darkness and confusion from unrealized reality
Of those things that God instructs from the difficult lessons
in humility that yields wisdom that blossoms into our blessings
By CordieB.
January 30, 2010 at 6:48 pm · Filed under Christianity, Humanity, Love, Mental Stress, Observations, Original Stuff, Poetry, Spiritual Riddles, Spirituality and tagged: Art, blood, joy, life, Love, masculinity, men, peace, responsibility, Rick Mobbs, semen, spirit of a man, Spirituality, sweat, tears, War
Art Work Courtesy of Rick Mobbs
Reposted for Marie. Mist can be tears, can be joy, can be blood, can be sweat, can be semen, can be love, can be hate, …can be whatever…what do you think men mist most?
This poem was written especially for Rick Mobbs at Mine Enemy Grows Older. Rick has been so kind to feature his beautiful work to inspire us to write each week. Due to other responsibilities, Rick has informed us that he will no longer be able to continue his beautiful art prompts. His latest beautiful piece is shown above. . . . I wrote this poem as an interpretation of the art . . . and . . . how I imagine most men, including Rick, may feel . . . at times.
Like Spilt Milk – The Spirit of a Man ~Written by CordieB.
I hold the world with closed iron fists
Though others cry; I vaguely mist
My ego causes my heart to roar
Yet also causes my mist to pour . . . . like spilt milk wasting on the floor.
Instinctively I’m a territorial being…
Not into that which can’t be seen…
Though often I claim to see the light…
Most times I focus on black and white.
Beauty prompts my groin to soar…
Yet also causes my mist to pour. . . .like spilt milk reproducing more!
My thoughts so often unrealized…
Not even I can crystallize . . .
the myriad of issues– real or fantasized . . .
My triumphs cause my voice to roar
yet also cause my mist to pour. . . like spilt milk gushing out the door
My God chose me to oversee…
Why has earth’s fate been placed on me?
Should I choose peace; should I choose war?
Responsibilities cause my mind to explore . . .
yet also cause my mist to pour. . . like spilt milk crashing on the shore . . .
~Written for Rick Mobbs in response to his last visual arts prompt. . .
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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June 12, 2009 at 9:06 pm · Filed under Mental Stress, Observations, Original Stuff, Poetry, Riddles, Spiritual Riddles, Spirituality and tagged: false love, manipulation, poems, Poetry, self esteem, self value, spiritual riddle; spirituality; love, Truth, Wisdom
My existence emerges quite often in the middle of the night;
Sometimes I bring anxiety; Frequently, I induce unrealistic fright.
Oftentimes I’m an instant reflex of a web of grave deceit;
Many feel I can be eradicated by disclosure; Allbeit revealed most indiscreet.
I was borne when humans went against their true natural flow . . .
I quickly grew enormous from false judgments which were sowed
Into the conscious being as a way to tame the actions
Of any action committed without perceived fair karmic reactions
Many occasions my existence is sparked by the master manipulators
Who use fictitious sliding scales of love as unloving validators
"If you love me you would do this; You wouldn’t do this if you knew . . .
I would never do such nonsense; because of the love I have for you.
You would go along with my way if you were down for me and true"
I’m sure you’ve heard these statements; perhaps you’ve said them too.
Know your self and love yourself and you won’t fall into the ageless trap . . .
Of the Master Manipulators who will trick you to take the rap
For anything that goes against your true heart in the name of loveless love…
And continue with the punishment until they rise abreast of and above…
The manipulation that was taught to you and for which you practice too
When you ask more from another than you know you would honestly want to do
I arise when spirit, mind, and actions are not on one accord
I bring traumatic injury to the mind; I cause such destruction; you can’t afford…
To keep me in your presence; as I’ll reek havoc on the spirit and the flesh
I’m the reflection and a reaction of being untrue to self – and perceived selfishness
Who am I . . . (click below for riddle answer)
May 11, 2009 at 4:54 pm · Filed under Love, Mental Stress, Original Stuff, Poetry, Spirituality and tagged: breaking up, cordieb, digital art, forbidden fruit, heartache, heartbreak, Love, lovers, moving on, spiritual, Spirituality, time
Forbidden Fruits by CordieB.
Letting go of love is hard to do…
How to feel better, I’ve no clue
moving on when love prevails
uplifting spirit to no avail
Feeling the persistent pain
fears that love won’t come again
sadness in the mist of all
dampened spirit; mind enthralled
with the deafening words of bleak
leaving limbs heavy and weak
laughter rings a distant tone
yet, with love one does move on
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Written by CordieB.
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
April 21, 2009 at 11:34 am · Filed under Humanity, life, Love, Mental Stress, Observations, Original Stuff, Poetry, Spirituality
- Do You Believe in Change? Courtesty of Children at Risk Foundation (Carf) Carf’s mission is to provide resources and support to save street children in areas where mass populations of children are left to fend for themselves. Click on the Photo for more information.
Set Your Mind Free!
I looked to the heavens, and what did I see….
The wonders of eternity, looking back up at me . . .
I looked to the skies and what did I see…
The vastness of infinity, empowering me
I gazed at the stars…and what did I see…
The miracle of creation shining back up at me…
I smiled at the man in the moon…and what did I see…
A sphere in perfect suspension, smiling right back at me…
Sometimes, the unknown abyss manifests possibilities
Familiarization, though comforting, often restricts creativities
Fear not the unknown, as she beckons your mind…
To explore her vast mystery…escape the confines
That limit your vision…and retard ability…
to remove mental shackles. Set your mind free!!!
Written Especially for You!!! By CordieB.
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
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