Mirrored Reflections

Spiritual Revelations for Humans Seeking Humanity in Humans ~CordieB.

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May You Always Let Your Love Light Shine!


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Reflections of the Dawn


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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

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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.

 

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We have Infinite Possibilities and Boundless Potential – A Spiritual Riddle


Just Beyond the Horizon ~CordieB.

Upon her breast lie my hopes, dreams and plans

Loosely holding my destiny in slippery hands

Each morning I look forward to her creeping on in

And with her arrival, new beginnings begin

Immeasurable surprises and presents she bares…

Dreams of happiness, heartaches– a myriad of cares

I can never quite guess the present she’ll bring

I can never quite name the exact tune she will sing

We have Infinite possibilities and boundless potential

Yet our fate is neither promised nor inconsequential

I anticipate her advent with both joys and sorrow

Just  beyond the horizon; she is Tomorrow

~Written by CordieB, © All rights reserved. 

Quote for the Day.   

"Be mindful of how you approach time. Watching the clock is not the same as watching the sun rise." ~Sophia Bedford-Pierce

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The Most Mysterious Spirit…Another Riddle by CordieB.


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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)

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All Things. . .


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“All things foul and ugly,
all creatures short and squat.
Putrid, foul and gangrenous,
the Lord God made the lot.”
-Monty Python.

“While I know myself as a creation of God, I am also obligated to realize and remember that everyone else and everything else are also God’s creation. This is particularly difficult for me when my mind falls upon the cruel person, the batterer, and the bigot. I would like to think that the mean-spirited were created by another force and under the aegis and direction of something other than my God. But since I believe that God created all things, I am not only constrained to know that the oppressor is a child of God, but also obliged to try to treat him or her as a child of God.”
–Maya Angelou

The Eye of God ~CordieB

The Eye of God ~CordieB

Today I will strive to see as God sees. . . ; to envision what God might vision; to love as God loves. . .

~Peace, Light and Love, Cordie’B

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Like Spilt Milk – The Spirit of a Man


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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. . .

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I Have A Dream


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Happy Birthday Dr. King. Thank you for paving the path for equality in America in a time when speaking against inequality and racism in America often costs the life of  Black people. I was a Colored girl as a child, born in the early 60’s. I vaguely remember seeing signs posted, “Whites Only.” I was too young to truly understand racism, as I personally was never exposed to racism and felt love all around me, from people of all colors.
As I grew older, I came to realize that all people were not as friendly and loving as those who were in my comfort circle as a child.

Blatant racism has diminished in America and for that I am thankful. Yet I see a tide that seems to be turning back to those days, when I was a colored girl. I see and hear hatred brewing in America, and I must remind myself and the world  that we must remain vigilant in love for all people, less we may slip backwards.

Your dream is materializing each day in the hearts and minds of many people! I pray that this abundance of love will overshadow the few whose minds and hearts are bent on ignorance and hate. I vow to continue in your legacy and pass on your dream!   I vow to not  allow my own comfort and/or fears to silence me or defer the Dream of equality and love for ALL people!  Not just Black people, or White people, or straight people, or gay people, or Jews, or Latinos, or Asian, or Middle Eastern, or African, or Indians, or old people, or young people, or handicapped people, but ALL people!  Let us not defer the Dream of Equality for All.

Here’s to you, Dr. King!

Dreams Deferred ~By CordieB.

What happens to our dreams deferred?

Unacted upon desires that are seldom heard . . .

Do they wash away with the crimson tide . . .

By the sands of time which can’t be defied?

What happens to our dreams alas. . .

which we sadly allow to simply pass. . .

or hold at bay for a better day

Do they await our return or simply fade away?

What happens when we put our dreams on a shelf?

Do they wait patiently for us to find ourselves

Or do they float away to an unknown dreamland

Where dreams deferred converge and reemerge once again . . .

In the soul of another child-like spirit . .

with the heart to reclaim our neglected dream’s merit

Who will take the forsaken dream and caress its face

And abandon not its saving grace

Allow not our dreams to become deferred

Unnurtured; Seldom talked to; Barely heard. . .

For without our love, passion, and concern

Our dream will whither; thus our heart will burn and yearn. . .

Yet the dream will one day find another

Who will embrace that dream like a new found lover

And the dream will lovingly reciprocate

But sadly for us, it will be too late;

Yet to ease our minds, we will call it fate.

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Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.
Martin Luther King, Jr.

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The Mirror of My Soul


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Walk from Smoke to Darkness ~CordieB.

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. ~~~~~

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Shameless Plug for My First Book – Bah Humbug!


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Hello Beautiful People,

I’m delighted to let everyone know that I’ve met my goal of publishing my first book before my birthday (December 25th)!  Thanks to all of you for the selfless encouragement you’ve given me throughout the last few years.  Today would not be possible without your continued enthusiam and support!  The book, Looking in The Mirror to Solve Life’s Riddles, can be purchased in either paperback or via download. And, to celebrate my love for all of you, please enter the coupon code HUMBUG to receive a 10% discount. You can check out  preview by clicking below.

Much Peace, Light and Love to all of you!

CordieB.

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Only in silence can certain voices be heard ~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

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