I have been rather quiet here lately – I’ve been in the listening mode rather than the talking mode. Sometimes too much chatter jumbles the mind, so I’ve been sitting back taking in, absorbing for the moment. However, know that my thoughts remain with each of you loyal readers and those who happen to pass by this space every now and then.

Below is a repost of a riddle I wrote some time ago… perhaps you can solve it before you get to the end. And always remember, the stars look up tos you babe!

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I’ve guided multitudes of earthly beings through many dark nights

I’ve been a beacon of hope for many a man lost in his flight

Although I’m quite illuminous, I have absolutely no light energy alone . . .

I’m blessed by the light of my brethren to co-create life from cold stone

As long as my universal family shines, then I shall shine too . . .

And I, in-turn, humbly reflect that ambiance of light unto you.

So I can aide you in finding your way from the lost journey afar

And thus, you might illuminate another who may not know whom or where they are.

Like many, I sometimes have dreary days and nights when I feel so alone,

When I’m blocked from my light source by dark storm clouds of energy unknown.

I realise it’s all an illusion, for my light soure remains true, bright and clear

But when you’re lost in dark pastures, tis hard to let go the false fear.

So in today’s midnight, I remind you even a blind man can see the light bright,

For they are not blinded by false perceptions of absense of love’s light.

You see, the blind sees beauty in realness . . . and truth without lies . . .

They don’t look for false answers in the suns, moons or skies . . .

They feel warmth in kindness, compassion and love . . .

In darkness, they are guided by inner awareness, not from detachments thereof;

They love, hate or feel indifference to us for ourselves in the mist of life’s rugged race . . .

They most brilliantly see the love in our hearts–in spite of our physical face!

Visionless, they see the hatred in our hearts, in spite of physical beauty

Like a blind child or man, we should all stress to make it our duty . . .

To look into the true hearts of children, women, and men . . .

See all people as they really are, not pre-judge by their hair, face or skin.

But you needn’t close your eyes to see the light . . .

You can have 20/20 vision and still use your insight . . .

If you’ve accepted and embraced the blessing of inner vision and true clarity

Then you understand, I once was lost but now I’m found; was blind but now I see.

But alas, I will guide you in your journey, it won’t be too late or too soon . . .

I’m a luminous guide in life’s dark forrest, I am simply . . . . (click below for answer)

The Moon.

Written By CordieB.

The riddle above was inspired by some”beautiful” blog friends, Gyspy Heart , a very talented artist who painted the painting below about which there is a beautiful story (click on the painting to read the story – WARNING -it might make your eyes water, Sanity Found , a talented, spirited young woman, who posted today and last week on how our outward perceptions of self even change how we relate to ourselves and life, a new free-spirited blog friend at Spiritual Perceptions , who asked to see a picture of me, the fact that I had perceived Gypsy Heart to “look” like a gypsy (smile), and the multi-talented, Persistent Illusion , who is so wise and inspirational that he or she is like an illusion.

Photo courtesy of Susan (Gypsy Heart) Morrison Sims – click on image to read the wonderful story behind this beautiful, gifted piece, and to see experience the art fully.

From Lush to Love

In the very back of the garden, behind the evergreen bush

resides a homeless gent who years ago was labeled a lush

life had dealt him a bad hand; he’d reached the end of his rope

so he drowned his misery and pain and gave up all hope

and as life would have it, with a bottle of wine at his table

the poor gent became just what his peers had labeled

In the middle of the garden under the bright sunshine

stood a single mother hanging cloths on the line

She knew the pain of being judged and ostracized

Yet with the faith of her being, above all obstacles she’d rised

she found a loving connection with the man at her garden’s inn

so she made it a point that he’d have at least one friend

so each day after retrieving her cloths off the line

she’d invite him into her home for a hot meal and wine

he’d tell her the stories that lead to his fall from grace

to each sad story she’d give a positive spin in its place

she reminded him he had a beautiful soul and loving heart

as time moved on he embraced each day with a fresh new start

he developed a positive out look on life and love

Discovering his true self, he became aligned thereof

and as life would have it, with a bottle of wine at the table…

the peaceful gent became just what the kind mother had labeled

~CordieB.

Another Quote for the Day: Don’t let ‘em steal your joy ~Sinbad

Quote for the Day: We are what we believe we are. ~CordieB.

Peace, Light and Love. . . .

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.

Artist Credit
ruler whorl by ~demonslayer3513 on deviantART

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Tainted realities; addictive as dope

I’ve got the story; you bring the rope

I’ll give you insight; You’ll give me hope

We feed each other accolades to help us cope

With life’s dailys; conjured fears

I’ve got the words; bring me the tears

I can express your silent, wrecked emotions;

Make you feel like you’ve taken a get well potion

Recite the story of your life in verse

Could be a blessing; might be a curse

You share your stories that touch me deep

Stories so familiar to self; secrets to keep

This is the life the of the blogger, addicted

Words of free therapy for the lone and afflicted

Friends we don’t know; but know intimately

Group therapy of that which bonds us collectively

Laughter and tears we shed so often for each other

Actual anger if there’s mistreatment of a blog sister or brother

Missing the posts when the blog disappears

Sadness and happiness; laughter and tears

Through the days, through the months; often through years

Feeling the words of the writer, poet, communicator

Living our lives through the words of the blog’s creator

I’m blessed to found this outlet in each of you

YOu’ve all proved to be real; tried and true

Tell me your secrets; I’ll tell you no lies

I’ll tell things that make eyebrows rise

Tainted realities; addictive as dope

We’ve got the stories; let’s cut the rope

~By CordieB

On the playground you would dare me to fall back into your arms;

But always you caught me in the nick of time from all harms;

I thought we’d be friends forever; I felt so safe and secure

But then one somber day, I wasn’t quite as confident and sure.

I looked around and it seemed you had passed me on by

I asked myself many times what did I do; was it I?

Seemed you’d snatched that security blanket away from my midst;

But I knew not why I had been so eagerly dismissed.

I did not realize that you were really still there. . .

But in a different aspect, for which I was not yet aware.

I grew into puberty still needing you; I craved for your being;

I became angry, sad, confused; emotionally fleeting and bleeding.

Indeed, there were instances where you might come back to me once more

But, I could not allow your presence to once again steal my joy;

I ran away each time I felt you were close on my heals. . .

I turned cold and hid my feelings with false smiles and ideals.

Then one day in June on a warm beautiful spring day,

You looked into my eyes and melted the icy fears away;

I thought you were all I needed and I gave into you once more . . .

We were one and mighty; to the top of the heaven’s we’d soar!

Then one amber evening as we were flying I smiled and looked around

And to my astonishment and dismay, you were not to be found!

Low and behold I quickly fell hard, straight back to the ground

In my fear to loose gravity – I became imperiously bound . . .

To certainties; no more would I venture my heart and soul

I thought I knew the meaning of life; I held tight all control!

I didn’t realize that you had never really left me completely;

But only changed forms; although disguised ever so discreetly.

I didn’t know that you changed forms to teach me the lessons. . .

In life that I needed to receive all the blessings. . .

that I would partake and share in the bounties and adversities

Of living, loving and giving of myself through all actualities.

But one sweet December, during a cold winter’s snow

I looked out the window and what would you know?

I saw in the glistening of the snow drifts so wondrously clear,

The tracks of your being, forever so near!

I looked at the tracks of my life in that opulent snow,

and for the first time in my life, I learned to let go!

I realized that through all challenges, I always survived!

You had always been there in one form or another as I thrived!

Who is this Spirit that changes with time?

Disguised in familiarity and strangers; bad and good times . . .

I realized that no matter what happens, I will go on

Although family, friends, or circumstances decide to move on . . .

I knew that this Spirit resided in God’s Grace and Love for Self

With strength and endurance, in spite of all else . . . .

I knew that no matter, I could always revamp–readjust

I’d finally embraced you wholly, you are . . . .  (Click below for Answer!)

The Spirit of Trust! ~By CordieB.

This poem was inspired by and written especially for In?SanityFound – I was so touched by two amazing posts that this talented, caring young women recently wrote on trust.  Her words reminded me of how many of us develop a sense of distrust from childhood on up until we realize that through it all, we were made stronger and we learn to trust God and Self!  You see, the key to trusting others is to first trust God and self.  We must realize that no matter what happens in life; we will be ok!   We will survive!  We always have; have we not?   Where there is a Will, there is a Way.   Let go of those fears and trust; you may bleed, but bleeding hearts always heal!

Peace, Light and Love, CordieB.

Thanks A. for the inspiration!

If you are waiting for something to happen that will make you happy, chances are you are killing off your joy.  Joy comes through you.  Happiness comes to you!  If you seek your joy within, you will be happy, no matter what is going around you.  When you know you will be protected, guided and blessed, it is easy to believe in more than what you can see.  If you only believe what you can see around you, you may miss the blessings that are right under your nose.  If you have and hold love in your heart, you will always know what to do and what to say.  If you measure out how much love to give, you will undoubtedly meet people and situations who have a reflective measure of love for you.  Nothing can hapen for you in the outside world until you create the energy to attract it to and through your inside world. 

Until Today, you may have misssed the little differences that coudl make a big difference in your life.  Just for today, be devoted to developing a strong inner life that can create a better outer life.  In prayer and meditation ask to experiece joy, knwoing and love, knowing that once you ask, you will receive!

~Inyanla Vanzant

Yesterday, I became so off track that I was still off track this morning.  Now, I’m usually very even tempered, and try to see the good side of everthing in life and people.  But yesterday, some people really pissed me off.  In retrospect, I shouldn’t have gotten so angry.  Also, the people responsible for my anger have no idea of the gravity of the anger I had.  (They will, if they ever read this, however.)

Now as a female, we tend to let relationship issues tick us off more so than any thing else.  We can deal with unruly children, pestering neighbors, lazy co-workers, incompentent managers, idiodic family members, fu-ked up friends, you name it.  But as soon as someone does something that we perceive as being disrespectful, flirtatious, etc, when pertaining to our man, we loose our cool composition points; or is it just me?

My friend/coworker (who doesn’t have a man of her own)  finds it her appointed duty to ride with my man and tell him everything  about her, including her sex life, lack of sex life, home life etc.  Mind you, we all work for the same agency.  Now, being that his job requires him to ensure that she has transportation to her vehicle after work, it’s really no big deal, right?  After all everyone chats, talks about their lives while riding, etc.   Also, they are friends, too. . .Right?  But when you have to ride around the post over and over, still yacking, and telling my man all of your intimate secrets, making him swear to secrecy on a stack of bibles, after a while it starts pissing me off.   Hell, I wonder what his response would be if I rode around with one of his croneys?   How many secrets do you plan on telling my man not to tell me!   I know the shit is childish; but I was just rubbed wrong yesterday, and still am, as you may see from the tone of this post. 

Ok.  Here is the part that broke the campbell’s back.  I get in the van to ride around because I have something that I want to talk to my man about.  Mind you, we are all friends–he and she more so than she and I.   I realize that he has given her one of our last ciggerettes, and she makes it a point to let me know that she rode off the installation with him to go fuel the vehicle.  Ok.  I try not to show my contempt, I’m hoping that the steam coming from my ears is not too thick. 

So, I make up casual conversation and friendly inquiries, asking about the kids, the job, and whatever.   But, evidently, I couldn’t fake the funk good enough.  She must have seen the steam coming from my ears or else she heard the toot toot sound muffled in my throat.

Here’s the kicker.  Once she’s on her way home, she calls my man back, upset, (almost in tears he says) because she senses that I may have had an ATTITUDE.    He said she sounded like she was about to cry, and said she wasn’t going to ride with him anymore, and she needed the exercise anyway, because she didn’t want to start any trouble–and we (me and her) are friends.  

BULLSHIT.  Now you can bullshit some of the people some of the time, and most of the people some of the time, and some of the people most of the time, but you can NEVER pull bullshit over me when it comes to my man!

(1)  If I’m your friend, you wouldn’t constantly tell my man your secrets, and say dont’ tell me.

(2)  I wouldn’t dream of riding around with a friend’s man, yacking and yacking.  That shit just ain’t kosher.

(3)  I’m beginning to think that perhaps she gets a kick out of this drama – being that she made it a point to point out that they had to go off post.  That’s not Friendship.  That’s Bullship.

(4)  If she felt I had a problem with the riding, she should have approached me with her sob phoney story about not riding anymore because she sensed I was upset. 

Anyway. . . .   (haaa. . . . . . . I’m exhaling now)  I feel better now.   I’m experiencing joy, knowing and love and no one can take that or give that to me except myself, because it’s internal. 

 Peace, Light and Love to you and yours. . . .