~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….

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.

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. . .

Indecision by *moonmomma

Indecisiveness

Indecisiveness takes its toll
On the drollness and lightness of our soul
Made up minds lift the dread filled weight
lingering heavily on our fate

Indecision stunts our growth
though deciding we may loath
one must move through inconclusive’s brace
holding mind, body and spirit stuck in place…

till decisions can be made
life continues, low-keyed; afraid
knowing in the back of mind
choices must be made in time

Preventing  souls from moving free
intensifying fears of what may or may not be
lest we move from fear to flight
we may never see the light

Though decisions may be wrong
lack of choice only prolongs
mending of spirit and self torn apart
when in dire doubt, follow your heart

Written by CordieB.

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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You may try to escape me, but I will always be just a whisper ahead of you;  You do not truly understand that I mean you no harm.  I am your constant companion, through thick and thin, through triumphs and failures.

You and I are so closely woven, that not even the greatest love or lust can ever really permanently separate us; Our magnetism is so strong, that I will eventually find you and you will eventually find me.

You may desire to change me, to mold me into what you would have me to be.  There are times you may think you’ve suceeded.  However, in retrospect, you would only be fooling yourself;

My mysterious illusion may cause you to go through great lenghths in a futile attempt to find out exactly what I’m all about.

You may run in the opposite direction in an attempt to flee from me, but aha… I am still just a tad ahead of you!  In your haste, you will certainly slam right into me.

You may have even seen a glimpse of me in a distant world, but my charisma is such, that you really couldn’t tell if it was in fact me.  I saw your glimpse and awaited quietly for you to catch up.

I have cried for you and smiled for you.  You are all that I have.  In the realness of it all, I totally depend upon you, for without you I cease to exist. 

You may hate me, love me or fear me.  But usually, you treat me with total disregard.  I simply want you to embrace me.  However, when all is said and done, you will definitely accept me.

Who am I.

I am Your Destiny.

By CordieB

Now, here is the little extra. . . Enreal wrote a very moving piece some time ago . . . in which she has a conversation with Destiny (She’s so deep).   Go over to Enreal’s place and read, "Conversation  with Destiny."     So I ask, how much do we control in our  lives with Free Will?  Can we determine any part of our destiny?  When does it all rally end. . .is there a final fate?

~When ever we change our minds, the change becomes our destiny , CordieB.

If you can’t seem to get it together, it may be that you have given too much of yourself away.  It may be that you have compromised, over-compensated, given in and given over so much of yourself that you no longer know where all of the pieces have been scattered.  Perhaps the things you thought you needed to do to get love, to experience yourself as loveable, to be acknowledged, left you splintered, shattered and broken into so many pieces you feel like you will never be able to pull yourself together.  Don’t worry!  You have simply experienced an invasion of the body snatchers!

A body-snatchers invasion will distort the truth about you.  It will make you forget your true identity.  it will make you feel guilty about your desire to take care of yourself and honor yourself.  It will point out the wrongness of your choices, the dangers of your decisions, the impossibility of your visions and the fallacy of your beliefs.  A little nip here.  A little peck here…

There is a way to pull yourself back together when you have been accosted by body snatchers.  You must examine all the times you gave others the right to make your decisons, when you expected others to do for you what only you had the power to do, when you gave others the right to decide your destiny and when you dishonored yourself in order to pelase others.  When you remember what you have done, forgive yourself!  Most important, you must say, "Never again."

Until today, you may not have realized that you had been invaded by body snatchers who have dismembered pieces and parts of your identity.  Just for today, protect yourself!  Be aware of the things you do that deminish and distort the sense of wholeness, worthiness, and your ability to make your own choices and decisions. 

~Iyanla Vanzant

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Available as prints, magnets, cups, mouse pads, greeting/note cards and more — comment me or email me if you’d like someting! Also, if you’d like something personal, hollah back! Of course, still comment regardless. . . I love your feedback and critique! And of course . . . I love YOU!

As always, Peace, Light and Love. . . CordieB.

This is a photo manipulation created in Photoshop.  The winter water scape was created by me in Bryce and retouched in photshop.  Stock models and brushes used to create this can be found below. . .

http://yana-stock.deviantart.com/art/Snow-Brushes-70739645

http://shoofly-stock.deviantart.com/art/Dove-Stock-35621827

http://falln-stock.deviantart.com/art/Chained-Female-Angel-Statue-2-20651906

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My Cup Runneth Over ~CordieB

I lost a lot but learnt a lesson
I lost so much; but gained a blessing
I never knew the meaning of
living life with unconditional love

until i lost all that I knew
my dignity; yeah, I lost that too
but it was worth the lost I know
for finally, my soul did grow

I thought I was the shit for sure
My love was big; my heart was pure
but my judgments of my fellow man
left much for me to understand

Until I was put in their shoes
I went through life with undue dues
but in the time I spent so broken
I gave, I took; no voice unspoken

I turned the rock; I saw the worms
I sung, I laughed; I moaned, I squirmed
but God so bluntly let me know
I was far from ripe, I still needed to grow

I remembered lessons long forgotten
My soul matured and almost rottened
my spirit weary; close to hell
I sprint, I ran, I tumbled; fell

I looked contentment in her eyes
but spit at her in my demise
I walked away in search for more
A walk that left me kneeling on the floor

My mother told me oh so stern
that tables have a way to turn
she said, what goes up must come down
I laughed, I cried; I smiled; I frowned;

I gave so much I thought that I
could buy all blessings from the sky
but in my gifts there was arrogance
that left my soul without a dance

it wasn’t pure; it wasn’t real
How could God know; how could God Feel
Selfish ignorance, hidden in my demeanor
all that I gave was really for Cordie’s reason

But God so loved me even though
I guess, he was determined my soul would grow
She took me back to whence I came
He made me strong; he made me lame

He made me find what was within
inherently me from the beginning
I found real love deep in my heart
and with that grace; I made a start

I learned a few lessons I’d like to share
because I love; because I care
but first I’d like to make it clear
for your every smile; there is another’s tear

I wish I could let all men know
that problems come; and problems go
that much of what we cry at night
are what we conjure in the light

but sometimes it is just something
a happenstance; shit does happen
yet if we love life with out demands
we miraculously seem to understand . . .

we can better walk though the fire
We can sustain; not become so tired
we will look in our eyes and realize . . .
for our every want; there’s another’s desire

we will understand life for what it is
a constant balance of strong and passive
learn to live and let live
love just to love; give just to give

I’ve learned a lot; but still I yearn
there is so much I’ve yet to learn
I stand, I fall; I loose my mind . . .
I loose my sight; but I’m not totally blind

Nurture that love to continue life . . .
regardless if it’s peaceful or in strife
if we get it wrong; we’ must start again . . .
and begin the cycle like in the begining. . . again . . .

ashes to ashes; dust to dust . . .
in between there’s agony; joy; envy; lust;
happiness; sadness; madness; so many emotions. . yet we must . .
strive to seek pure love that lies so deep within
that sparked creation of all life in the beginning . .

~Written by CordieB.