Spiritual Revelations for Humans Seeking Humanity in Humans ~CordieB.
Archive for life
April 12, 2010 at 10:05 pm · Filed under Abuse, Observations and tagged: consciousness, cordieb, death, energy, joy, life, meaning of life, mindfulness, origin, origin of life, pantheism, reincarnatin, Religion, soul, spirit, spiritual, Spirituality, transcend
Current Mood:
Confused
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 ? ? ?
March 18, 2010 at 10:43 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: anger, arguments, CordieB. Peace, forgiveness, life, Love, Mistakes, Past, regret, relationships, Spirituality
Art entitled "Regrets" courtesy of marmota, and is shared under a creative commons licence.
The following poem was inspired by Sunday Scribblings , writing prompt # 148, on regret. "Got any? Things you wish you’d done differently? Things you wish you’d said or not said? Things you want to be sure to do and say now so that you don’t end up with regrets?"
Eternal Regret -I Forgive Myself; but Can’t Forget~By CordieB
I’ve lived a lifetime of one regret
that’s dimmed with passing time; still yet
love and conscious won’t allow me to forget
And so I often trick my mind
to place sordid memories far behind
still… regret creeps in from time to time …
And then sometimes I even pretend
that day had actually not transcended
Imagine . . . starting anew again !!!
but reality knocks with raging force
thus I am left with grave remorse
perhaps that day changed my life’s course??
forever regretful, my heart still aches
but my God can NOT make mistakes
I convince myself for sanity’s sake
And so what IS, IS. What’s meant shall be
and that’s my whole tricked reality . . .
My life’s anchor through soul’s eternity . . .
Regret’s but a piece of life that’s made me, me . . .
~Written in memory of my dear mother, Marion Wallace, who died 30 years ago today, March 18, 1980, of a massive heart attack when I was 15, shortly after we’d had a terrible argument and I had left the house. I miss you, ma.
~~CordieB.
"Quote: Imagine, in the midst of a heated argument, that the person you are arguing with suddenly clutches his/her heart, utters a cry, and falls dead at your feet. Where is your anger now?" ~Unknown
January 30, 2010 at 6:48 pm · Filed under Christianity, Humanity, Love, Mental Stress, Observations, Original Stuff, Poetry, Spiritual Riddles, Spirituality and tagged: Art, blood, joy, life, Love, masculinity, men, peace, responsibility, Rick Mobbs, semen, spirit of a man, Spirituality, sweat, tears, War
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. . .
January 2, 2010 at 1:42 am · Filed under Observations and tagged: Attachment, gifts, giving, god, joy, life, Love, mindfullness, moment, No Strings Attached, present moment, Purpose, Purpose Driven Life, Purpose of Life, spirit, spiritual, Spirituality, Strings, unconditional love
Current Mood:
Playful
I’m hoping every one brought the New Year in with joy and love! As I reflect upon last year and look forward to this new year, I am filled with ideas and goals for the upcoming year. I am also filled with a few sorrows for those things I was not able to accomplish last year. As I look for the answers, spirit led me to re-post a post I penned last year. . . with a few amendments. 
King of Pumpkins (My Grandson, Marquese --CordieB)
As I visited my fellow bloggers this morning. . . most of whom have a spiritual connection in some manner; if not spiritual, most of those I encounter are in search of something . . . . I suppose, because I am such, I migrate to such. But, I realize that there are those who live each day and never, ever question such unanswerable puzzles as “What is the Purpose of Life.”
Children go from day to day, creating, imagining, loving and playing. . . yet they never question such deep, mind twisting questions. Although very inquisitive, children never question such nonsense. I imagine my grandchild’s eye brows would rise should I ask him such a question. He would most likely say – “you’re playing nanna, ha ha” and continue building a Lego ville to touch the ceiling.
So, today I question myself. Why must I find purpose? Is there really a Purpose for my life?
Have you ever given a gift to someone just because you wanted that individual to have it . . . no strings attached. . .
If you have, then you know that once you give the gift with no strings attached, you don’t really care what they do with it; it is given with love for them to do whatever they choose to do with it. There is no need for thank you’s; no acknowledgments or kudos, . . . just something you chose to give, just because you wanted that individual or entity to have it.
Perhaps life is just that. . . a wonderful gift from our creator to do just what we want to do with it. . . no strings attached.
Today I will enjoy life with the enthusiasm of a child, with no set agendas or purposes (as they change, anyway, ya think??), but simply allow life to unfold and follow my spirit from moment to moment!
What do you think, I’d love to hear your thoughts.
Quote for the Day: My purpose in life is to allow my spirit to guide me from one moment to the next, in love. ~CordieB
Peace, Light and Love. . .
CordieB.
December 16, 2009 at 5:38 pm · Filed under Dreams, Love, Poetry and tagged: authentic, cordieb, Dreams, experience, Gratitude, human, joy, joyful, life, Love, mindfullness, peace, Poetry, questions, relationships, Riddles, season, self, soul, spirit, spiritual
Current Mood:
Happy
Art ~Walk from Smoke to Darkness ~CordieB.
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Looking through the mirror into the window of my soul
I see a floating being, with stories yet untold
I see a bouncing baby and a woman turning old
I see a heart so full of warmth, yet at times so bitter cold
Looking through the mirror into the window of my being
I see a woman whose lived her life as though she were sightseeing
Who never truly embraced the world with zest of fearless flight
Who carefully lived each day in surity she’d sleep through another night
And awaken to the dawn; weary eyes appearing bright
Reaching into the mirror to grasp a clear vision of myself
I grasped a fleeting spirit, that nearly took my breath
She hauntingly laughed at me; wicked laughter laced with fear
She cursed me as a liar, all was not as it appeared
She said I was like an empty house; no personality of its own
My inhabitants, friends and lovers, often made this house their home
I changed my personality to fit the status quo
My decor changed with each owner, and disappeared once they would go
I could not grasp this entity, although she was so close and clear
Each time I thought I had her, she’d up and disappear
And then someone would magically arive with the gift of identity
So for a time I’d harbor such, and thus it would become me
The mirrored being took a seat, looked me straight into my eyes
She watched me closely in her stare, and straightened her demise
She said, for once be true to self; and you will have a clue
Of the beauty of the spirit and the beauty of what is uniquely you
Do not be afraid to be what you know is deep within your soul
Release the fears of rejection, release the need to gain control
Dance with the fairys in the night, sing lullibys with the moon
Walk in the rain in mornings, sleep till the afternoon
Speak your truths with love and passion; don’t do it just because you’ve heard its right
And you will find the answers to questions that haunt you in the night
But most of all my kindred one; you will find the light
~By Cordieb. ~~~~~
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
August 20, 2009 at 7:03 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: abundance, attraction, belief, dwell, lack, life, Love, secret, Spirituality, thankfulness
Wow, I can’t believe it is Thursday already. I have been rather quiet this week, working on transfering and updating my server based blog over at Reflections in the Mirror. I thought I’d try my hand at this to give me more options on what to do with blog; besides I’ve been paying for the server for two years and have not made good use of it. So, this week has been rather slow in communication with you dear hearts, but do know that you are all in my thoughts, my heart, and my soul.
Today I am thankful that:
1. Tomorrow is Friday, and the weekend is near!
2. I skipped my shower this morning; however, the water is still on so I can take a shower now. (Visit Oracle of A Pearl)
3. I’m breathing!
4. I’m seeing!
5. I’m feeling!
Remember, we have so much for which we can be thankful. We talk, we walk, we see, we hear, we think and we inhale, we exhale, usually without effort! So, why is it we spend so much time dwelling on what we can’t do, don’t have, and what is going wrong? We can immediately recall negative experiences, people and circumstances without seeing we have the ability to walk away, get away, or make a change! Perhaps we have far too many options from which to choose! Perhaps we simply like complaining? I think if we spend just a little more time saying thanks for what we have, we won’t have so much time to dwell on what we lack. So, let’s activate the devine laws of abundance by being ever greatful for the allness of life. When the universe sees we are conscious of and greatful for what we have, it is buzzed to to shower us with more. Even when it seems the well is dry, we can affirm, "I can hardly wait to see the good that will come from this!"
Peace, Light and Love my kindred spirited sisters and brothers!
~CordieB.
July 11, 2009 at 3:20 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: aspirations, Awareness, cordieb, heart ache, hope, hopeless, hopelessness, joy, life, Love, lush, peace, peers, people, positive thinking, self, Simply Snickers, soul, spirit, Spirituality
This poem was written in response to Simply Snickers Prompt. This week’s words were look, line, and lush. This week, we celebrate the birthday of French Impressionist and Pointillist painter Camille Pissarro, who was born on July 10, 1830. Thanks Linda for the inspiration on this one. I was also inspired by a recent post written by Tobeme, End of the Rope. Thanks, Tobeme!
- Woman Hanging Laundry by Cammile Pissaro, 1887
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 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. . . .
July 3, 2009 at 4:40 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: beauty, children, cordieb, dawn, dusk, egotistical, estasy, happiness, joy, joy harmony, life, light, little things, Love, miracles, mystical, peace, simplicity, simplistical, Simply Snickers, spiritual, spiritual riddle
speaking of joy by ~marielliott
I am the soft tickle of bubbles blown in the air
I am the wind gently billowing through each strand of your hair
I am the lucky discovery of a lone four-leaf clover
I am the ecstasy of the first kiss from a new-found lover
I am the the amazed eyes upon the first look…
Of newborn babe, straight from mommy’s nook
I am the amused, confused on a roller coaster ride
I am the quiet majestic of the ascending tide
I am sweet rain gently falling to the ground
I am the whispers of the leaves heard without sound
I am that which comes so often; yet we don’t understand…
the blessed dawn, as sunlight blankets the land
I’m seen in the stars, shining ever so bright
I’m heard in the voices of lovers each night
I’m felt in the kiss of a rose on a nose…
and the sweet, sweet aroma of that fragrant rose
I am laughter on hindsight of not going berserk
I am a hug and fresh sheets after a long day’s work;
The sun peaking through the clouds after a pouring rain storm
The rainstorm after a drout of love transformed
I’m more valuable than all riches, and everything
I exist in the little things and what they bring
I am the sensation of a Popsicle on a hot summer’s day
I am the innocence of life and love in children’s play
I am an Angel, often found in the eyes of a girl or a boy
I am most mystical, not egotistical, yet so simplistical…
I am….. (click below for riddle answer)
June 21, 2009 at 3:29 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: choices, cordieb, course of one's lifetime, death, hate, Humanity, lessons, life, life lessons, lifetime, Love, peace, relationship, spiritual, Spirituality, War
Eternal Solitude I, ~CordieB
In the course of one’s lifetime
what will one learn?
will one learn of hatred?
what bridges will one burn?
~~~
In the course of one’s lifetime
in the blink of an eye
will one find the answers
to the who, what and why?
~~~
In the course of one’s lifetime
what will one sing?
will one sing a love song?
what gifts will one bring?
~~~
In the course of one’s lifetime
what crafts will one master?
what gods will one serve…
in the mists of disaster?
~~~
In the course of one’s lifetime
What will one fulfill
Will one’s cup flow over
what bridges will one build?
~~~
In the course of one’s lifetime
What heights will one climb?
How far will one fall?
In the depths of sublime?
~~~
In the course of a lifetime
what will one foresee
when one takes his last breath…
what will one’s thoughts be?
~CordieB.
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Opening lines from Gregory David Robert’s Shantaram:
“It took me a long time and most of the world to learn what I know about love and fate and the choices we make, but the heart of it came to me in an instant, while I was chained to a wall and being tortured. I realized, somehow, through the screaming in my mind, that even in that shackled, bloody helplessness, I was still free: free to hate the men who were torturing me, or to forgive them. It doesn’t sound like much, I know. But in the flinch and bite of the chain, when its all you have got, that freedom is a universe of possibility. And the choice you make, between hating and forgiving,can become the story of your life.”
Quote for the Day: You can be so heavenly bound until you are no earthly good – Dr. Oscar Lane
“In the Course of One’s Life Time ” inspired by Simply Snicker’s Poetry Prompt. This weeks words were, climb, course, and craft. Let us keep Linda and the Midwest, USA, in our prayers, as she and her community have endured natural disasters due to flooding this week.
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