Like dancing leaves of billowed trees…

I delight in the ride of a gentle breeze

I am tickled in my bare existence..

No need to push, pull or bear down in resistance

I breathe fresh air to feed my soul..

And exhale desires to hold control

I dare not stir the pot of mass confusion

That so often arises from exclusion

As refreshing as morning’s dew,

I float like clouds on plains of blue

Ingrained in love, instilled in all of you

No need to cause disharmony…

To choose a side or disagree

So magical, like alchemy…

I calm the qualms of humanity

Bringing forth new insight, bright and clear…

That life is precious, love is dear…

No need to fight, no need to fear!

Let go, Exhale, Release, Release!

Sieze me, and life’s chaos will simply cease

Who am I …? (Click below for Riddle Answer)

I am the Loving Spirit of Inner Peace

~Written by CordieB

Inspired by The Naked Soul - Thanks for the Inspiration!!!

Better than a thousand hollow words, is one word that brings peace.
Buddha

Chaos is inherent in all compounded things. Strive on with diligence.
Buddha

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I hear the shots, bang, bang, bang!!!

I hear the cries of despair

I taste the salty tears falling from my eyes,

Instinctively knowing…

Another mother ‘s son has fallen today

Such a rainy, gloomy day…

Through my teary, blurred vision

I see the orchards in bloom;

Such vibrant colors,

So mystically beautiful

So miraculously peaceful

I suck a sweet honeysuckle,

arousing my senses…

mouthwatering, leaving me wanting more…

such sensuous fragrance…

Tempting me to lie down in the grass

Until late afternoon

To bathe in the warm rain,

and listen to its  rhythm so perfectly peaceful;,

no man can compose the rain symphony

And in this bounty of priceless love gifts,

Among the anquish of senseless violence and destruction..

Stands a single red velvet rose. . .

Creation among Destruction…

I look up to see an expectant mother

Hurriedly being pushed into an ambulance

Instinctively, I know she will soon hold

The joy of her life…

And I wonder…

How can we deny unconditional love

When even in the mist of chaos…

Perfection evolves, and Love endures?

~Written by CordieB.

Weeping Willow ~Courtesy of Sheep Purple

The Weeping Willow sings a somber song
Of distant seasons long past gone
Of present moments seeming far too long…
Of lovers gazing into each other’s eyes
Perhaps returning with sad goodbyes
Of mothers wishing upon far away stars
For safe return of sons and daughters in wars
Of fathers praying please send him home
Alive and well; safe from harm.

As I sat beneath the old willow tree,
I watch the children play freely
A priceless price was paid to watch them run
And jump, and skip beneath the sun
I know a war is over there…
But in my world war is everywhere
The war of boys who think they’re men
Killing neighbors’ sons; even their own kin
Senseless violence with no meaning…
Communities too afraid or complacent to intervene

Teens toting guns like boys with toys
No one’s brave or angry enough to make some noise
For every young man killed in Iraq
Might be two or three fallen around my block
Not for the freedoms we believe we know
But it’s the same old story; just a different show
Ego tricked minds taking what they feel is there’s
In Love and War, they say all is fair…
Youth brainwashed to take what’s not
The bigger the weapon, the bigger the lot

Gently, old Weeping Willow sways to and fro
Shedding dew drop tears for us below…
So here I sit under old Weeping Willow Tree
As she weeps good will for humanity
Lovingly we send a prayer with the passing wind…
God bring our children safely back home again….
And, if it’s not too much and in your plan
Please instill more love into the hearts of man

~Written by CordieB.

Love, Fear and Enlightenment ~CordieB.

She gazed upon his deep brown eyes
Glaized with love and fear; confused yet wise
she knew he loved her desperately . . . .
he could not risk her flying free

She knew she loved him through all fate
with him she’d found her mirrored mate
but with his love came blind control
Though undeliberate, such control shackled her soul

She knew her love was full and true
but there were other things she also knew . . .
she knew she could not be contained
into the life for which he’d planned

She knew he had insecurities
that would never allow her to simply be
he’d always possess the fear of flight
of her souring endlessly into the night

But since her love was true and tried
she eased his fears; stayed by his side
dealt with his subtle controls of will
convinced his way was better still

In time she lost desire to feel . . .

the warmth of the glowing sun
the coolness of the rain upon
her gentle being which she’d dreamed of
she’d traded peace of mind for love . . .

but still the longing in her eyes
revealed a tale of silent cries
this only hightend his insecurites
gave way to anger; raged immaturities
he’d often, confused, demand her to leave
but she’d hold to her sweet reprieve . . .

then one blessed day so crystal clear
the god’s of earth’s great atmosphere
gave strength to follow the raged command
thus she left the home of her beloved man
which she had humorously dubbed the promise land

though she knew his words were those of fear
the god’s gave her insight true and clear
that though her love was tried and true
living that life again; she she could not do

she needed the ability to shed her tears
to speak or write her words without the fears
of disillusioned, often drunken anger
for which she feared might trigger danger

But still her love so pure remained
Yet her peace of mind was hence regained
she knew she really loved this man
but feared rejection and anger once again . . .

She bathed in sweet tranquilities
she felt she finally could breath
she missed his presense even so . . .
Yet there was a stranger she had to get to know

She needed to get to know herself
not live her life for someone else
she needed to live her own desires
find out what really sparked her fires

Again, her love was tried and true
but being alone was something she needed to do
she’d always ran from man to man
if one doesn’t work out; another one can
was often her motto for many years
so in fact she had never faced her inner fears
thus she found herself crying the same sad tears

She felt if she simply returned for love
the same problems would arise in time thereof
for although she loved him beyond compare
she knew she’d lost a part of self somewhere . . .

Ah yes! she loved him desperately
and felt there love was meant to be
but with raw emotions and fear intertwined
she risked loosing his love to find her mind

To be continued. . . .

~By CordieB

Princes of Peace ~CordieB.

Where does life start;

Where does life end,

What constitutes life?

How might life transcend?

Is there soul without life?

Is there life without soul?

Does the soul have a mind?

Does a soul make life whole?

Is there soul in the seed…

Before insemination?

Is there soul in the man

Who lacks inspiration?

Is there soul in the sperm…

Before it fertilizes…?

Does a soul fly away…

When the body has died?

Is there life in the Rock,

The River, the Tree…?

Does life live in you…

Does a soul live in me?

Is consciousness in all creation?

Does consciousness have limitation?

Is the soul a gap between…

Body…and consciousness…

Or is consciousness a gap between

Body and soul…

Or are body, consciousness, and soul

independent concepts

That sometimes work together…

To make us whole…

To form what we call

… LIFE…

Or are they…?

~Written by CordieB.

~Inspired by MasteryMistery – Thanks, MasteryMistery!

So…what do you think constitutes life ?  ?  ?

Beautiful artwork courtesy of SanityFound

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I have been blessed through out the years

by kin and strangers alike who have caught my tears

Who have gave me strength; eased my fears. . .

Into their basin of unconditional love supreme . . .

and turned those tears so magically

into a blessing; making sad eyes gleam

who have turned nightmares into dreams . . .

All webs in life are weaved together

we all are one; from begining until forever

though we may be close or lightyears apart

our actions send endless waves rippling to all hearts

So often we may not realize

What we do and say travel endless miles

When we feed the hungry; or simply give a smile . .

However we relate to our fellow man

is chain reacted across the land and back again

Thus far I’ve been blessed beyond compare

From the whole of humanity, timeless; everywhere

And so I feel compelled to pass on a blessing

to aide humanity in not regressing

into the darkness of separation and instinct

because were’re all connected by a common link

So though you may be close or very far,

your light warms humanity like a distant star

Without you there would be no me

Thus, I’m grateful for your being, eternally

For the love you share, I say UBUNTU

I am what I am because of all of you!

Sun brings forth life as a distant star

As such, I AM BECAUSE YOU ARE!

~Written especially for YOU – By CordieB.

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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.

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) 

 He is the Spirit of YESTERDAY 

~Written by CordieB, March 3, 2010, © All rights reserved. 

Quote for the Day “Yesterday is history.  Tomorrow is a mystery.  And today?  Today is a gift.  That’s why we call it the present.  ~ Babatunde Olatunji” 

If you liked this riddle, you’ll love my book, “Looking in the Mirror to Solve Life’s Riddles.”  This book is filled with a collection of spiritual riddles as well as my original art.  Special– Available now for download at only $3.99.  Get it now!   Click Here for $3.99 download special!

Peace, Light and Love,  

CordieB.

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)

I am the transcending spirit named Desire – Written by CordieB

But wait! I hear in the distance sweet desire calling me back with all her power. . . she’ s revealing to me her true identity…

I’m told her brother’s name is Hope;

And with these three we learn to cope

When we feel we’ve reached the end of our rope.

What is this Spirit– deep and purple, red

That quinches our thirst; our souls be fed

That in her vanquish; leaves us cold and dead

I’ve heard she’s simply a trick of the mind

That dulls reality; keeps us blind

of life’s true meaning for which we can not find

Without a Desire to learn the secrets of all life-kind

So I am certain that Desire is real

I can’t see her; but I know I feel

Her presense in my every being

When I’m loving life and all its zeal

Once she almost vanished from my soul

I felt so empty; I felt so cold

I barely had the Desire to live

But she did not falter; in she would not give

And so Desire, she faught for me!

To grasp onto my reality

To Desire life enough to endure the pain

To Desire to love and inspire again

To Desire to help my fellow man

To Desire to hear the Robin sing

To Desire to watch the children play

To Desire to see another day

To Desire to smell the lovely red rose

To Desire to play in the fallen snow

To Desire to feel the sun on my skin

To Desire to feel the breeze of gentle winds

To Desire to sing a beautiful melody

To Desire to write a poem or three

To Desire to watch the sun rise once more

From the sands of time on an open shore

To Desire to watch my lover sleep

To Desire to cry; To Desire to weep

To Desire to see the moon and stars

To Desire to one day see the the end of wars

Oh yes! Sweet Desire, she faught for me

And so I know she’s a reality

As long as my true Desire is not for death

She will lend herself unto me to take another breath

But one sweet day; I know not when or where

I will Desire to move from this life without a care

I will Desire to leave my body and move on free

I simply pray Spirit Desire will come along with me

Written by CordieB especially for the Angel, Enreal

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)

I am the mysterious Spirit of Death

" The more we fear death, the more we fear living,– when we acknowledge the surety of death, it enables us to truely live" ~ CordieB

For a clearer understanding, as I speak in riddles , please check out Dust to Dust, by Wandering…

Help us to be ever faithful gardeners of the spirit, who know that without darkness nothing comes to birth, and without light nothing flowers.
- May Sarton

Have a super lived weekend!  Peace, Light and Love to each of you!  Cordieb.