Pondering - Girl's Play ~CordieB.

When there is nothing left to learn

And nothing left to see

And nothing left to ponder…

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?

~By CordieB. 

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What are your thoughts???

Let us allow our souls to infuse;  shall we? !!! 

Peace, Light and Love,

Cordieb.

Up Yander, ~CordieB.

What we now see  is only shawdow and haze, if that much, of that which will come to pass.   What has passed never was quite what we thought it would be.  The future and past serve as reference points, such as a map. A good tool for what they do, in fact.  However, if we are not able to read the map correctly, we will remain lost, unless we learn to find and love ourselves as we are in the here and now.

Enjoy the Present, for it is wrapped by God.

Blessings to all,

CordieB.

There is nothing as sad, I’ve ever known

As living in a house that’s no longer a home

To go through weeks with the daily pleasantrys

In states of low-keyed fear and pretentious affinities

To move through tension that can be cut with a knife

Unable to release words of truth in daily strife

The hushfullness and stillness of every glance

The unheard music; the restricted dance

The bitterness of the all consumed

The lonliness of the untouched rooms

The hovering of a haunting gloom . . .

The depressed family; low-spirited lovers

Who have lost the capacity to communite with each other

The silent voices that pierce the ears

The yearning eyes dropping unseen tears

The constant state of unspoken fears . . .

Through the days, through the weeks, that turn to years

The laughter that long ago turned into unheard cries

Unhappy memories magically turned to good times in disguise

Family secrets lurking from the walls and floors

And closets which will forever have unopened doors

The looking back with a silent sigh . . .

When you ask yourself – a simple, why?

There is nothing as sad, I’ve yet to know

As a house that’s not a home – but merely a show

By CordieB.

I wrote this poem some time ago. As a former doll, I am here to tell you that you can become real anytime you want to! It’s all up to you! You are worthy of and capable of being that which you truely are!

Have you ever, or are you now living in a "Doll House?" I’m here to tell you, the doll house is real but its inhabitants’ daily life are very fake. Only in truth can anything flourish! You must mentally and/or physically remove yourself from your doll house, before you become physically and/or mentally ill or stifled. Life is too short to be sad and live in fear of being who you are. You are a beautiful being, created in love. It’s about time you stepped out of the doll house and start building a love house.

Listen to the Forest Through the Trees - Art by CordieB.

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

The season of Autumn reminds me of the where I am in my life at this time.   I am no longer a spring chicken, full of new growth.  No, I’ve passed that stage, and I feel blessed.  I can now reap the harvest of all the knowledge I’ve learned through spring and summer.  I feel very comfortable about life.  I feel at home with people and nature, and they feel at home with me.  I’m more relaxed, have more time for self, and can now wind down and truly enjoy life.  This is the time when we autumn people can broaden our spirituality, as we have gathered so many life lessons.  We can now enhance that which is good, and discard that which is not so good for us.  I don’t feel a need to be right about everything, because…though the years I’ve learned, there really is no right or wrong…life simply is not black or white.  It’s full of beautiful colors, just as sure as the leaves begin to change.

As I watch the leaves change this autumn, I am reminded that in life, all things change.  No thing remains the same.  Although one might think that the green leaf of summer is green for all time, in reality, it shall one day change its color.    I am reminded that just as the leaves change, so do attitudes.  If you feel you must keep the same attitude you may have had as a young adult, remember, that there is a reason and a season for everything.  It is not natural to never bend—to never change.  If you feel you are stuck in your ways; however, you feel deep inside your heart that perhaps being stuck isn’t really you, I suggest you let go of your old ways and embrace the change in seasons!

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

Th Bible(Ecclesiastes 3:1).

Peace, Light and Love, CordieB.

 The Sands of Ebony Time, Photo Courtesy of CordieB and G; AKA GLove

The Sands of Ebony Time Shows on My Face
The bitter – sweetness of life and love leaves its trace
From whence an infant of purity and subtle innocence
To the ageless beauty of a woman’s essense
The lines shown around my deep brown eyes
Map a life of much laughter, joys and cries
My hands are wearing down like melten butter
From years of living love; caring for self and others

The expressions on my face reflect so clear
Wisdom and insight gained throughout the years
Living and loving through thick and thin
Embracing God’s grace and mercy of love within

Sharing my gift of love with countless souls
Experiencing the allness of life as time takes its toll
On the temporary shell for my spirit as life’s novel reveals
More mysteries for the heart; if my Creator so wills

Reeping the blessing of so many souls
Gracious of the puzzle that makes life whole
For me as the time passes so quickly it seems
Like only yesterday, I dreamth my very first dreams

As the sands of time harmonize with the winds of fate
that causes all soul’s shells to disinigrate and dissipate
but love and the inner soul survives, energizes and recreates
Thus the cycle of life recycles to invigorate . .

The newborne babe who starts life anew
Through his eyes and cries he reaches out to me and you.
In the eyes of the young we realize life’s wonders beginning again;
Awsomely, were all intricately weaved in a bigger plan . . .

To ensure that love for life continues on . . .
By sharing love, wisdom and knowlege when we inspire and pass on. . .
the Hands of Ebony Time’s blessed love-life seed
To all kindred spirits whose souls we feed.

~Written By CordieB.

PS. If you read this on my pictorial blog; it has changed somewhat. Of course I didn’t change one of my most dearest reader’s favorite line in the poem. I write this to remind us that although age takes its toll on the body, love and time makes the spirit stronger indeed. Pass on your love and embrace the love of others to ensure that your spirit remains strong yet gentle. For one sweet day when the spirit’s shell is ready for rest, you will find peace, joy and comfort in the love you’ve given and received.

Peace, Light and Love, CordieB.

So Long.... By CordieB.

Good by my love, my seasoned friend

Perhaps we’ll pass paths once again. . .

Perhaps I’ll feel your hot embrace

like gentle rain upon my face…

Perhaps you’ll cause my skin to gleam

with heated days and nights like dreams

I miss your essence, crystal clear…

although you leave me every year

always returning with outward arms

as I await your flowered charms…

and yet I miss you ever so

for you entice my skin to glow

through fiery storms we have discovered

we persevere; we’re endless lovers

Forget me not, even in my slumber

Forget you not,

Click below for riddle answer….

my dearest Summer

What is Summer, by CordieB.

I do so miss Summer already….  Yet I know I must persevere Fall, Winter, and Spring. . . for there is love, life, and lessons in every season.

Peace, Light and Love….C.

The Emerging - CordieB

She walks this earth inside her mind

Her fear of love has made her blind

She wears a smile with distant gleam

But all is well, or so it seems

She spat at love eternally

And swears this is the way to be

This is one thing she feels she can control

Yet there’s a hollow in her soul

for which she can’t quite fill the void

Thus, She walks though life quite paranoid

That there is something in her being

That’s lying dormant; unforeseen

An imagined evil just on the surface

For which she cleverly keeps in place

By a trillion thoughts of self reduction

Repetitive thoughts; causing obstruction

Of true desire for what can make her feel

worthy of love, of life, of zeal . . .

So long these thoughts have tricked her mind

She scantly remembers there being a time

When she knew how to live outside of self

When she felt deserving of being blessed

She thought she could live this way forever

But the universe willed her to discover

The backwards spelling of the dormant evil

The love she stubbornly won’t allow to spill

She fears the pain she may evoke

That take her breath; make her choke

That pains her more than anything else

Since her mind’s convinced her she can’t help herself

So she wears soft shoes that hurt her feet

As a constant reminder of past retreats

She has not learned the power of self forgiveness

For she’s convinced she deserves no blessing

So love resides in remission; deeply submerged

For years in dormant; yet soon to be emerged

Love is pushing its way from inside out

Though she’s quite successful at keeping Love out

Each time she feels Love peeking around

She changes directions to ensure she can’t be found

Yet, God has other plans for this child, disguised as woman

LOVE WILL crawl from the hidden place she’s tucked Love in…

–Written by CordieB

Photo courtesy of daphid and is licensed under a Creative Commons license.

Some say I’m the most demonic-like spirit of all times;

I have been responsible for a many cacoethes crimes.

I’m the most wrathful spirit known to touch the hearts of men

If not put in check, I can cause all types of vengeful sin.

My rampant rage is likened to a storm weathered battered sea;

My face can become so distorted, you would not even recognize me.

I am red, blue hot; flaming fierier than hell in a forest fire;

I am truly not myself; and you know what?. . . the devil truly is a liar!

I am completely irrational; incoherrent, and out of control;

My emotional complexities reach down to the depths of the very soul;

Don’t come near me; don’t look at me, don’t dare say one word.

Because, I can only hear my own anger and my vision is blurred.

I’m sometimes tamed and charmed by sensual music; a little wine and dance;

But, If I were the object of my desire, I would not even take that chance.

My eyes are bloodshot red with a glimmer of green, and I tremble from inside;

There’s a thin line between love and hate; but it’s not love; perhaps hateful pride.

Whatever it is, take heed my love–for you have been forwarned!

Don’t touch me; Stay your distance; Run for cover, I am the spirit of . . . (Click below for the answer)

A Woman Scorned!
By CordieB.

(If you said jealousy – I’ll accept that as a correct answer too)

But Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!

Woman, if you ever feel these emotions, listen to some music, because music has charms to soothe a savage beast . Once you have calmed down, love yourself out of that relationship (unless you have that type of understanding with your man) and that’s cool too. To each his or her own. Remember, you are a diamond and men will only do what they know you will accept. If you decide to take him back; remember, you have set the path, should he wander again. Somewhere in the relationship, you have subconsciously put the idea in his head that you are accepting to this type of behavior. Say what you mean, and mean what you say! Period.

Always remember, nothing real can be threatened, nothing unreal exists! (A Course in Miracles)

Peace, Light and Love,

CordieB.

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See also, All is Fair in Love and War – Or is it? and/or
An Early Rejection Usually Saves You From a Great Deal of Pain, Grief, and Heartache in the Long Run

Photo courtesty of Rosh PR, and is licensed under the Creative Commons.
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I have been sought for throughout the years; often the culprit of mass confusion.

I am always in your reach; always in your grasp- if only you awaken

I’m a free gift, hardly ever opened fully; always yours for the taking.

Some find me in humbleness; I’m theirs to obtain

But if one is not careful, I will be lost in their minds once again;

The world makes it hard to clasp unto me;

To live without conditions; to simply be.

To keep me you must be able to master ones self

So few humans achieve me completely, in spite of themselves

They live each day dreaming of a life of love with me

In an imperfect world perfected by eternity

They strive to achieve me with their materials and money

They fight wars to sustain such, in the world of milk and honey

Young women leave fathers to gain me, only to their dismay

I’m lost to their passion of simply moving away

But so soon they will loose me to another, be it husband or lover

Or the career they grow to distain, it’s usually one thing or another

Men foolishly leave their wives in search of my light

Saddened only to find more of the same in hindsight

For I’m a true illusion if one can’t shed all the layers

Of needs, ambitions, false securities and prayers

Of things that are held and things that are seen

Things that surround you – if only in dreams

The things you desire most will cost you my price

Although they seem innocent, and …all comfy and nice

Those things that you work for a slave to encompass

For which the newness or beauty seems never to last

You dare to dream of a place far away from the hustle and bustle

To a place that’s so siren and quiet; no one to bother or trouble

But you find with your tranquility there’s another price to pay

Like the luxury of running water or even a neighbor to stop by some days

For every choice you make, you might imagine you’ve lost me again

But it’s the ability to choose that really makes me your friend.

Though you fight for me; strive for me; but ‘less you die for me . . .

I am the precious gift of free will based on your limits, unlimits, and reality

You may cry many nights, fight for your rights; stand and die for your kingdom

Sadly, that unremitting need to hold tight to earthly possessions will always cost you- (Click below for the riddle’s answer)

YOUR FREEDOM

By CordieB.

Anything or anyone you feel you must have and can’t live without , you are a slave to in some way. ~CordieB.

On Freedom I heard them say . . . .

Freedom is the right to live as you wish.

If you wish to free yourself from enslavement, you must choose freedom and the responsibility it entails.
There’s a price for every freedom; something to be given up for every liberty.
It’s up to you to weigh the price you must pay for each of your freedoms. And everything you want has a price.
Freedom is the opportunity to make decisions. It’s the capacity to take a hand in your own development.
Freedom is the right to choose.
It’s the right to create for yourself the alternatives of choice.

No one is free who is not master of himself.

You are free to do whatever you like; You need only face the consequences of your actions.

~The Daily Guru