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March 18, 2010 at 10:43 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: anger, arguments, CordieB. Peace, forgiveness, life, Love, Mistakes, Past, regret, relationships, Spirituality
Art entitled "Regrets" courtesy of marmota, and is shared under a creative commons licence.
The following poem was inspired by Sunday Scribblings , writing prompt # 148, on regret. "Got any? Things you wish you’d done differently? Things you wish you’d said or not said? Things you want to be sure to do and say now so that you don’t end up with regrets?"
Eternal Regret -I Forgive Myself; but Can’t Forget~By CordieB
I’ve lived a lifetime of one regret
that’s dimmed with passing time; still yet
love and conscious won’t allow me to forget
And so I often trick my mind
to place sordid memories far behind
still… regret creeps in from time to time …
And then sometimes I even pretend
that day had actually not transcended
Imagine . . . starting anew again !!!
but reality knocks with raging force
thus I am left with grave remorse
perhaps that day changed my life’s course??
forever regretful, my heart still aches
but my God can NOT make mistakes
I convince myself for sanity’s sake
And so what IS, IS. What’s meant shall be
and that’s my whole tricked reality . . .
My life’s anchor through soul’s eternity . . .
Regret’s but a piece of life that’s made me, me . . .
~Written in memory of my dear mother, Marion Wallace, who died 30 years ago today, March 18, 1980, of a massive heart attack when I was 15, shortly after we’d had a terrible argument and I had left the house. I miss you, ma.
~~CordieB.
"Quote: Imagine, in the midst of a heated argument, that the person you are arguing with suddenly clutches his/her heart, utters a cry, and falls dead at your feet. Where is your anger now?" ~Unknown
March 13, 2010 at 5:16 pm · Filed under African American, Christianity, Humanity, Observations, Spirituality and tagged: 1st Corinthinans, bible, Daniel, future, god, heaven, joy, Love, Past, peace, Poetry, Present, prophesy, Reflections, Spirituality, Wisdom
Current Mood:
Cool
Photo courtesy of Infinity Rain and is licenced under the Creative Commons
Reflections of the Dawn
I stood upon the crest of the highest mountain, Calling down to those who dared to follow.
That I had attained the greatest of heights.
But a voice from above called out to me:
‘Rest not upon your foolish pride for you have taken but a single step. And as you await those to come, there are those that patiently wait for you.’
~By Daniel
The above poem is one of my favorites. Each time I read it, it humbles me. It reminds me, that for each level of understaniding or wisdom I think I may have, there are those who await me to reach another level. Really, didn’t most of think we had all the answers at 15 years old. As we reflect back, we knew so very little. It also reminds me of the Book of 1st Corinthians, Chapter 13, versus 9-12, when Paul prophesised:
9. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10. but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away. 11. When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways. 12 For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.
We really know so little and have so much to learn. We will never know all about this life until we pass beyond this life. Each day, if we keep our minds and hearts open, we will learn something more, life will become clearer, we will become wiser. But, like that teenager, we must open our heart and minds to learn, we can’t think we already know it all. Also, as we grow older, we can’t hold on to that old philosophy, ”you can’t teach an old dog new tricks.” We can’t continually hold on to old ways; we have to open our hearts, minds and spirits to the new. We have be refreshed. We have to keep an open mind. If someone didn’t keep an open mind, perhaps the world would still be flat. We can’t think we already know it all. We have to be open to all possibilities. Honestly, we don’t know the true outcome of any particular event, until the event is in the present tense.
So, stop stressing on the past; we can’t go back, we can simply learn from those experiences. Stop stressing on the future as we now imagine it will be. We can’t even imagine all that is in store for us – we might prophesize, but we are only looking through tinted glasses. One day it will all be crystal clear! So, for now, let’s just enjoy the wondrous gifts that God has given us. This is a day that the Lord has made! Let us rejoice and be glad in it!
Peace, Light and Love . . .
CordieB.
March 3, 2010 at 8:30 pm · Filed under Art, Dreams, Observations, Original Stuff, Poetry, Riddles, Spiritual Riddles, Truth, mindfullness, relationships, spiritual 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)
February 24, 2010 at 11:27 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: cordieb, Desire, future, greed, happiness, joy, Love, obsession, riddle, sex, wanting
I’ve been very busy, but I wanted to take the time to repost the following riddle. Hope it nurtures your soul’s desire.
The following riddle was inspired by a dear friend and fellow blogger, Jodie who pens as Paisley , in her recent writing, entitled Life Shrinks and by fellow blogger and a man with much wisom, Mark (To Be Me), over at The Naked Soul in his recent article entitled, Take a Look at the Means to the End . Thanks for the inspiration friends!!!!
Come in, my love! Step into my parlor…
Allow me to paint you in technicolor…
My parlor is elegantly furnished in splendor fashion;
Whereas, I can transcend your deepest, passionate, passion
I will tantalize and dance with you throughout the night
All else will be placed on the back burner in my light
All goals will be reorganized for my sake
I may cause, love, happiness, jealousy, frustration, even heartbreak!
Most times until you capture me; or I you….
I will grow, I will infuse, I will magnify and brew
Yet sometimes as much as you crave my hot embrace
I simply dissipate from your thoughts–leave abruptly without a trace
And you shant even miss my crimson face…
It’s a funny thing that once I’m captured–once we converge
I’m reincarnated into another whimsical, soul stirring urge
Seems now you don’t find me as delightful as your mind imagined
Yet I’m still the same, wanting spirit that once pumped your adrenaline
As cold as Ice, as Hot as Fire……
(Guess who I am – click below)
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February 18, 2010 at 9:49 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: cordieb, duality, heaven, judgement, love god, mindful, mindfullness, spirit
Current Mood:
Mischievous
I was shocked, confused, bewildered
As I entered Heaven’s door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
Nor the lights or its decor.
But it was the folks in Heaven
Who made me sputter and gasp–
The thieves, the liars, the sinners,
The alcoholics and the trash.
There stood the kid from seventh grade
Who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
Who never said anything nice.
Herb, who I always thought
Was rotting away in hell,
Was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
Looking incredibly well.
I nudged Jesus, ‘What’s the deal?
I would love to hear Your take.
How’d all these sinners get up here?
God must’ve made a mistake.
‘And why is everyone so quiet,
So somber – give me a clue.’
‘Hush, child,’ He said, ‘they’re all in shock.
No one thought they’d be seeing you.’
JUDGE NOT!!
~Author Unknown (I received this via email)
February 15, 2010 at 6:32 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: cordieb, Love, men, mindful, mindfullness, mirror, Observations, observer, Reflections, relationships, self, Spirituality, women
I read this at Sisters Leading Sisters this morning and simply had to pass it on! I encourage all woman to join this group. I find it to be exceptionally inspirational and filled with resources to help us lead and be lead to be the woman we truly are! The message, however, is for both men and women, universally!
“Remove those ‘I want you to like me’ stickers from your forehead and, instead, place them where they truly will do the most good — on your mirror!” ~ Susan Jeffers
Art ~Walk from Smoke to Darkness ~CordieB.
With that I felt impelled to repost my theme poem, Mirror of My Soul! So, take that sticker off your forehead today!
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Mirror of My Soul ~CordieB
Looking through the mirror into the window of my soul
I see a floating being, with stories yet untold
I see a bouncing baby and a woman turning old
I see a heart so full of warmth, yet at times so bitter cold
Looking through the mirror into the window of my being
I see a woman whose lived her life as though she were sightseeing
Who never truly embraced the world with zest of fearless flight
Who carefully lived each day in surety she’d sleep through another night
And awaken to the dawn; weary eyes appearing bright
Reaching into the mirror to grasp a clear vision of myself
I grasped a fleeting spirit, that nearly took my breath
She hauntingly laughed at me; wicked laughter laced with fear
She cursed me as a liar, all was not as it appeared
She said I was like an empty house; no personality of its own
My inhabitants, friends and lovers, often made this house their home
I changed my personality to fit the status quo
My decor changed with each owner, and disappeared once they would go
I could not grasp this entity, although she was so close and clear
Each time I thought I had her, she’d up and disappear
And then someone would magically arrive with the gift of identity
So for a time I’d harbor such, and thus it would be me
The mirrored being took a seat; looked me straight into my eyes
She watched me closely in her stare, and straightened her demise
She said, for once be true to self and you will have a clue
Of the beauty of the spirit and what is uniquely you
Do not be afraid to be what you know is deep within your soul
Release the fears of rejection, release the need to gain control
Dance with fairies in the night, sing lullabys with the moon
Walk in the rain in mornings, sleep till the afternoon
Speak your truths with love and passion;
Don’t do it just because you’ve heard its right…
And you will find the answers to the questions that haunt you in the night
But most of all my kindred one; you will find the light!
~By Cordieb. ~~~~~
February 12, 2010 at 10:34 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: cordieb, death, grim, joy, Love, mindful, mindfullness, peace, Poetry, Spirituality, today
Current Mood:
Bored
Photo courtesy of Voyageur Solitaire-mladjenovic_n's
To every being I shall grace
My love, despite a dismal face
I shall give a sweet respite
Come early morning, noon or night
To every being I shall give
My peace, regardless how one lives
Feared by many; welcomed by some…
Doesn’t matter, I still shall come
To quicken the spirit; to halt the breath…
Who am I ? (click below for riddle answer)
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February 6, 2010 at 9:35 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: All Things, All things foul and ugly, beauty, cordieb, creation, creator, god, God's love, God's sight, hate, imagination, joy, Love, mindfull, mindfullness, Monty Python, opinions, peace, Spirituality, toenails, Ugly, Ugly to the Bone, While I know myself to be a creation of God, –Maya Angelou
Current Mood:
Playful
“All things foul and ugly,
all creatures short and squat.
Putrid, foul and gangrenous,
the Lord God made the lot.”
-Monty Python.
“While I know myself as a creation of God, I am also obligated to realize and remember that everyone else and everything else are also God’s creation. This is particularly difficult for me when my mind falls upon the cruel person, the batterer, and the bigot. I would like to think that the mean-spirited were created by another force and under the aegis and direction of something other than my God. But since I believe that God created all things, I am not only constrained to know that the oppressor is a child of God, but also obliged to try to treat him or her as a child of God.”
–Maya Angelou
The Eye of God ~CordieB
Today I will strive to see as God sees. . . ; to envision what God might vision; to love as God loves. . .
~Peace, Light and Love, Cordie’B
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. . .
January 20, 2010 at 11:18 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: cordieb, creation, creativity, creator, god, Grace, imagination, joy, Love, mindfull, mindfullness, Spirituality
Photo Courtesy of Torley and is licensed under a Creative Commons License.
I am the root cause of all creation
In me lies the buildings blocks of all nations . . .
I am the catalyst of all recipes
My vision essentially creates realities
I am the beginning of all success
With my presense there is wonderness!
I am the heart and soul of dreams come true
Finesse me with love and integrity; In turn, I’ll honor you
I brighten the palate of ordinary to magnificence
I give the dullness of life a beautiful majestic essense
Embrace me if you dare; I’ll surely embrace you in return
Perhaps you don’t need me! But without me there’s no yearn
To move beyond the lustreness of life’s everyday mozaic
To make life a little easier or interesting; improve upon the static
I’ll take you to the country or the city, but perhaps you prefer
To travel to the moon or the stars; if you’re a wonderer . . .
Put me into action with desire, love and integrity
With boldness, strength and belief – add some creativity!
Hold me tight; nurture my spirit, and I will come to be
Without me there would be no rockets, buildings, ships, planes, or stairs
No phones, computers, music, art, cars or other wares
I’m imbedded in your humanist, I’m etched in every prayer
But so often you disregard me like a passing love affair . . .
Imagine life without me, an impossible task
You can’t do this without me, “oh why?” you might ask
For in your attempt of the challenge – I’ll be there at your feet
And the circle can’t be broken; this battle always ends in defeat!
Who am I? . . .Aha, did you forget me? – but you know me oh so well
We were best friends as children–remember playing show and tell!
We played so beautifully together, we escaped all limitation!
I am the core of all creation, I am the Spirit of Imagination!
~By CordieB.
What a beautiful Creation the Creator Imagined! Wow! And the Creator passed on the blessing of imagination to humans. We must not forget to embrace our gift of imagination! And . . . we must encourage imagination in the youth . . . while they are young enough to be a creative, innovative force! Peace,
Light and Love, CordieB.
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