Spiritual Revelations for Humans Seeking Humanity in Humans ~CordieB.
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November 9, 2009 at 9:56 pm · Filed under Uncategorized
I’m still trying to reconstruct my blog…In the meantime, perhaps you can guess this riddle, if you’ve not already read it. This was my last posting before loosing my blog. If you commented, I appologize for loosing all comments. Also, if any of you happend to have copied any of my poems or riddles in October or September, I’d be so happy if you’d send me the text…as I lost my back up and really can’t remember what the poems I wrote in full. Thanks, C.
Blessings to all, C.
Copy of marble sculpture by Heliodorus.
Once upon a midnight blue
When you were me and I were you
And everything was tried and true
A dark spirit of our selves shown through
Though my eyes were brown and yours were blue
We at first appreciated the differences in hue
Why they were different, we had no clue
But embraced the beauty, through and through
Then on that midnight starry night
The gods awakened, causing stress and fright
Fear was something we had never known
Whether close together or all alone
We had all we needed or ever would
We could achieve anything that ever could
But on that dark night, once upon
The gods became bored of creation . . .
And so the games of life begun . . .
“How can we make them not forsee
That they are one and all as we?
How can we make them entertain
If they know that all are one and one’s the same?"
And so the god named Unimpressed
Proposed a simple, yet powerful test
No pain was known to men back then
It was invented to see how best
Two lives would deal, and who would win
Pain produced me;
thus I produced what you call sin.
Sadly the test failed miserably
Soon you became you and I became me
And so the gods changed destiny…
of how life was suppose to be.
This spirit often called out of name
Whose first intent was to bear blame
To make you look at me as I
And question differences to why
We were not exactly both the same
This spirit questioned right from wrong
And high from low and short from long
Discarded the weak, embraced the strong;
And though we both stood side by side
And knew no thing of foolish pride
This spirit borne proudness so great
That pride turned quickly into hate
As pain was never in the original plan;
For any living creature, including man.
Back then we were much like the beautiful tree
Who gives all of herself and love just to be . . .
And co-create in God’s creativity….
No pain is felt by the morning glory
Who each morning tells a most lovely story
The grass is not pained by the trample of man
She embraces the walks on her bountiful land
I’m told the Creation God attempted to correct this aweful woe
By instilling in animals, knowledge of everything they’d ever need or know…
But most humans remained retarded in their abilities
To see the the forest through the trees…
For despite having knowledge to eliminate pain’s dark shadow
Pain’s offspring remained, Who am I . . . (Click below for Riddle Answer)
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November 4, 2009 at 10:45 pm · Filed under Uncategorized
When there is nothing left to learn
And nothing left to see
And nothing left to pass
Will we simply cease to be?
When the answers are revealed
And the mysteries unsealed
And there is nothing else to know
Will our blood cease to flow?
Beyond all synchronicities
Miracles and golden keys
Fate, faith or destiny
Karma or serendipity
Is there energy in hate?
Can destruction create?
Is creation destroying?
Are there levels of our growing?
Infinite degrees of knowing…
Are souls recycled or reused
Or are souls pure love infused?
~CordieB.
What are your thoughts, I’d love to know.
Let our souls infuse, shall we?
October 30, 2009 at 8:00 pm · Filed under Uncategorized
Hello beautiful people. Reflections is under maintenance. It will be back up by Monday. In the meantime, please visit my backup, at http://refectionsinmirror.wordpress.com/ . For now, here are some thoughts to reflect upon:
“The soul that is attached to anything, however much good there may be in it, will not arrive at the liberty of divine union. For whether it be a strong wire rope or a slender and delicate thread that holds the bird, it matters not, if it really holds it fast; for until the cord be broken, the bird cannot fly.”
– Saint John of the Cross
“Attachment to spiritual things is… just as much an attachment as inordinate love of anything else.”
– Thomas Merton
“The tighter you squeeze, the less you have.”
– Zen Saying
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Her Tryst
clouds of emotions cross her heart
with droplets of promises, flakes of hope
an old desire opens its dreary eyes
from the underground, an unknown slope..
when did this seed, this neglected desire
with an innocent face, wearing bawdry attire
enter her soul, she can hardly remember
but her heart has always fallen in its mire..
an earth plowed by corpses of traditions
sowed with rotten seeds of ambitions,
her soul has eroded, her heart is barren
never in peace with its own definitions..
’O father, why didn’t you let me be
with my own dreams, and my tiny sea
why did you always teach me to believe
in a restless world I could never see..
I could’ve been me, with a name of my own
clear and simple, my mind would’ve grown
but you broke my knees, and pushed me to run
Ah! had you just loved me, I sure would’ve won..’
and she, her heart and the old desire
now too tired to dream or aspire
walk alone with a crowd of compromise
so used to darkness, so scared of a sunrise..
heart is always in war with the reason
and she doesn’t know to whom she must listen
whether heart triumphs or her reasons win
always her soul feels guilty of a sin..
so her lips move, and whisper a prayer
an intense urge to be free from despair
‘I want to be strong, I want to be brave
I want to be in peace, I want to be aware..’
Scribbled by Rahul
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SK said…
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep – while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?Finally her reasons win..
and No grudges with anyone,
She starts her walk again
In search of peace..she the All ‘Alone’.
October 9, 2009 at 6:24 pm · Filed under Uncategorized and tagged: beauty, Christianity, cordieb, faith, family, joy, life, light, Love, Observations, peace, poem, poems, Poetry, soul, Spirituality, Wisdom
Only in silence can certain voices be heard
The fall of a dew drop; the song of the bird
The rustle of a leaf; the sparkle of a star
The whisper of a mother; the beat of a heart
Sh… sh… can you hear the wind singing to the moon?
Sh… listen to the butterfly flutter in mid afternoon
The ripple of a stream; the budding of a flower
The ticking of a clock in life’s final hour
The dance of a fetus; the pulse of a lover
The soul’s peaceful journey when crossing over
The strength of a man; the drop of a tear
The courage to overcome deafening fear
Sh… can you hear the ants working peacefully together
Sh, sh…listen to the echoes of allness and forever
The popping of bubbles; the pea in the pod
The breath of love; the voices of God
~Written by CordieB
