Spiritual Revelations for Humans Seeking Humanity in Humans ~CordieB.
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February 2, 2012 at 1:38 am · Filed under Art, Christianity, Humanity, Justice, life, Love, Observations, Poetry and tagged: 1st Corinthians, Alah, Art, bible, Budah, church, cordieb, creation, creativity, forgive, god, harmony, Humanity, Humble, jelousy, Jesus Christ, Lealousy, light, Love, peace, poem, Poetry, pride, Religion, soul, spirit, Spirituality, Trust
~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….
August 2, 2010 at 10:39 pm · Filed under Art, Observations and tagged: action, Ambition, Complacent, CordieB. The Naked Soul, discovery, Dreams, fear, House of Many Mansions, inspiration, Inspirational, letting go, Love, mindfullness, Moving, poem, Poetry, possibilities, potential, Releasing Fear, spiritual, Windows of Opportunity, Wisdom
Current Mood:
Esctatic
Possibilities Are On the Horizon - CordieB
There are vast possibilities on the horizon; It’s up to us to manifest those possibilities into realities!
The Woman and Her Mansions ~CordieB.
She lived in a house of…
Many Mansions
Countless Doors
Infinite Windows and
Endless Floors
~~~
Yet she confined herself to…
One small house
One small room
Her comfort zone…
Filled with unfulfilling gloom
~~~
Many windows of…
Opportunity came her way
Opened doors –
Yet here she stayed…
Afraid to leave
Her cramped comfort zone
Yet inside, she’d often
bitch moan and groan
~~~
Over time she…
Over-decorated her little room
With too much brick-a-brat
Familiar clutter…
A little of this, A lot of that
Obstructing her windows
Covering her floors…
Obscuring her vision
Blocking her doors…
Taking her breath!!
Out of control!!
Killing her softly…
Draining her soul…
~~~
Until one day she was brave enough to…
Release the shutters!
Open the doors!
Roll out the carpet!
Explore other floors!
Bask in the sunshine!
Laugh in the rain!
Experience the world
Through both joy and pain!
~~~
She began exploring her many mansions and…
Seek new adventures!
Become experimental!
Redecorating her once limited mind…
With knowledge and boundless potential!
~Written by CordieB.
In my Father’s house are many mansions ~ The Bible, John 14:2
Inspired by the Naked Soul. Thanks Mark!
February 2, 2010 at 10:47 pm · Filed under Christianity, Dreams, Favorite Poems, Humanity, life, Love, Poetry, spiritual, Spirituality, Truth and tagged: death, Love, Marth Williams, Parable of immortality, passing on, poem, ship, spiritual, Spirituality
Parable of immortality ( A ship leaves . . . )
I am standing by the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze
and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength,
and I stand and watch until at last she hangs like a peck of white cloud
just where the sun and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says :
- ‘There she goes!
Gone where?
Gone from my sight – that is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull and spar
as she was when she left my side
and just as able to bear her load of living freight
to the places of destination.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says:
- ‘There she goes! ‘,
there are other eyes watching her coming to shore,
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout :
- ‘Here she comes!’
By Henry Van Dyke
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Ever notice how ships going out to sea appear to get smaller and smaller and eventually disappear from our sight altogether? This is because as something goes away from us, it shrinks on the horizon and in the end, the horizon consumes it and it disappears altogether. The ship is still sailing on, we just can no longer see it. However, it is there, and it is still steaming ahead.
As the ship disappears from us, it is slowly appearing to those on the other side of the world. To us, it gets smaller and smaller and not much more than a dot on the horizon. However, to those on the other side of the world, it grows and grows, and eventually appears!
As it disappears from our sight, it reappears in someone else’s!
The bible says,”when we are absent from the body, we are present with the Lord [2 Corinthians 5:8.]
Today I am thinking of ma and I am sad. However, I know .. although she has sailed away from us and has gone from our mist, she is just now appearing to Jesus and all the folks in her new home. What a glorious arrival that must be! Ma’s spirit is free from the ailments of the earthly body, pain free, sorrow free, and just free! Can you imagine the joy of freedom from earthly ailments of the body as she floats on into her new home to once again meet with those love ones who have already departed these shores! What a day of rejoicing it must be!
In memory of Martha Williams, “ma” a most loving woman who was always like a mother to me. Ma took sail and left earthly shores around 2:30 this afternoon. I know she has sailed on to the other side and many love ones are waving her in, as they see her coming home. I can see them jubilantly shouting…here she comes, as she jubilantly shouts back, Ship Ahoy!
Sail on Ma!
November 28, 2009 at 3:08 am · Filed under Observations and tagged: Awareness, beauty, cordieb, gods, Love, lust, men, mental, mindfullness, mirror, people, physical, poem, Poetry, puppy love, relationships, sex, sexual, spiritual, spiritual riddle, women
Current Mood:
Happy
Photo derived from Showee and is licensed under a creative commons.
I was born long ago on a distant hillside by a beautiful shade tree
Or perhaps by a river under the sunset or on a sandy beach with a deep blue sea
I was created in bliss to demolish man’s selfish ways and give an alternate view of their false reality.
I was born in the eyes of a man and a woman; perchance Venus and Mars, or perhaps Adam and Eve.
Their first glances into each other’s translucent eyes released my spirit; set me free!
I gave them the spirit to bring forth life to new generations through each other;
I disguised the pain of intercourse into intense pleasure; oh! how they clung to each other!
I extended great cacoethes and courage like none they had ever known.
They actually wanted to help each other though all obstacles and life’s unknown!
I masked their selfishness so they would work together to overcome universal elements;
I was borne to enable them to combine there strengths; forget self-discriminates;
But I had been contained so long, that I lost control, as soon as their glances set me free.
I easily took over these poor humans’ hearts and minds and completely distorted their reality;
I wanted to test them and myself to see just how far I could take them; how strong I could be.
I found that I was limited by my father, time, and my mother, space, they soon tamed and admonished me!
Even today, my badness feels so good, it releases euphoric dopamine;
My power so intoxicating – I can be your worst enemy or your best friend;
My tales are so captivating, I can make a wrong man do right and a right woman do wrong.
So addictive is my essence, I can make one come home early or stay out all night long. (whew!)
Few have been able to resist me – once my flowery, opium-fragrant mist is inhaled;
I’m so irresistible – there are very few obstacles for which I can’t prevail;
I’ve provided inertia to win wars, climb mountains; cross many lands and seas;
I have the venomous poison of a serpent and the sweet sting of a thousand honeybees!
(oh my!)
I’m the secret to the fountain of youth; yet my fountain can be limited;
By the humdrum of ennui , my aforementioned parents and familiarity unlimited;
I build a tolerance of such – it takes more of me to keep my victims high;
Until I’m simply not enough to keep my subjects flying wildly into unlimited skies;
So they shed their wings and suddenly they fall from sister grace that kept them suspended;
In the clouds of unlimited possiblities. Sadly, their glorious illusionary trip has ended.
But if you’re smart or lucky, you’ll invite my oldest sister, love, into your heart;
She’s intelligent and compassionate, reality and illusion she easily distinguishes apart.
She embodies strength that’s enduring, though more supbtle than my dying passion;
She’s not a trend; she’s got class and opulence- her style is never out of fashion.
But if ever you need me to cultivate your desires, rejuvinate your passion, and negate your trust -
Close your eyes, take me in; devour me; but remember! in a few seasons I will turn into star dust;
Hopefully my loving and gracious sisters will save you from the emptiness I’ll leave upon your yearning bust;
I am the young, beautiful, and captivating, yet short lived sister of grace and love; I am (click below for answer)
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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
July 27, 2009 at 7:51 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: cordieb, Courage, darkness, dispair, ego, emotions, enemy, evil, friend, friendship, goodness, happiness, hope, hug yourself, light, Love, personality, poem, Poetry, rain, relationships, self, soul, spirit, Spirituality, split personality, strength, sunshine, Wisdom, worst enemy
Repost for myself; as mine own worst enemy seems to be creeping in more often, here lately…… Do you battle with your own worst enemy too? If so, remember your best friend is always there to comfort you.
Thought for The Day: Have you hugged yourself, today? ~CordieB
This poem was inspired by a very, very good friend and confidant, who often shares with us her own worst enemy and her own best friend over at Just Paisley and Why Paisley . Also, a fellow artist, TekkieBrek, planted the seed for this poem with his beautiful artwork, shown in reduced size below.
Always by Your Side by TekkieBrek
Mine own worst enemy and mine own best friend…
an infinate circle of sainthood and sin…
have always been with me; from beginning to end
through good times; through bad times; thick and thin
Both have tugged at my soul since God only knows when. . .
Mine own worst enemy screams words of hurt and dispair…
then my best friend comes to my aide with comfort and care
she hugs me ever so gently; caresses my soul
whilst mine own worst enemy digs a dark hole
into the core of my heart creating disbelief
in the beauty of life; thus making it hard to concieve…
a life worth living; a love worth giving…
then mine own best friend again comes along
she kisses my spirit; sings me a beautiful song
of love and joy; bright sunny skies
she reminds me of the falsness of the hurt, pain and lies…
that mine own worst enemy so often spews…
she opens the funny pages in the mist of bad news…
Yes, she awakens my spirit and rocks me to sleep
as I moan, as I tremble, as I lay, as I weep…
She caresses my head; massages my tired, aching feet
Sending mine own worst enemy into a silent retreat. . .
where mine own worst enemy gathers strength for another blow
launching me once more into a wreckless, dispairing low
Yet, I endure with patient vigilence for the love within
to give renewed strength, courage and wisdom to mine own best friend . . .
~Written by CordieB.
July 25, 2009 at 6:00 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: back-stabbers, Bitterness, bullys, cordieb, ego, Envy, false, family, Flash 55, Friday Flash 55, G-man, hatred, he say, hurt, hurtful words, insecurity, Knowledge, light, Love, Lying, negative people, negative thinkers, pain, peace, poem, Poetry, quotes, reality, relationships, she say, soul, spirit, spiritual, spiritual starvation, sticks and stones, teasing, untruths, Venom, Wisdom, words
Venom by !DagoDesign on Deviant Art
Vicious words spit from
the venomous tongue
are far more deadly
than the bite of a
poisonous snake…
for at least
the snake’s
bite
can be mutated
with
anti-venom
…yet…
the bite of the
poisonous tongue quickly,
and deliberately
kills
the spirit-
the venomous tongue
often leaves
permanent damage
to the hearts of the multitude
~CordieB.
Submitted for the G-Man’s, AKA, Mr. Knowitall, Fabulous Friday Flash 55.
Quote for the Day: Sticks and Stones may Break my Bones, but Words Hurt Long After the Initial Blow. ~CordieB.
In reality, words can and often do hurt. However, the spiritual individual is able to counter hurtful or false words with self knowledge and truth. The spiritual individual will not allow the ego to manefest the hurtful words in his or her heart; for she or he knows the beauty in their being and the truth in their hearts. Also, those who live by the spirit, will not spit hateful words to others or himself. For it is the ego that constantly battles with the spirit to speak hurt, hatred or falsehood, in order to make the ego feel good about itself. Remember when mom told you that kids teased you in order to make them feel big – well she was correct in her wisdom. Some adults have not grown beyond their childhood and continue to tell lies or say hurtful things simply to make themself look big by making others look small. It is sad actually – the insecurities and fears of some people. The next time you are tempted to say or speak a hurtful word, remind yourself that it is your ego and insecurities which tempt you to do so. Beckon the love, truth and wisdom of your spirit to manifest itself. When we practice walking and talking in the way of our core self (spirit), and what we know to be true in our hearts, we will neither utter nor absorb hurtful and/or false words.
~Peace, Light and Love…..CordieB.
May 17, 2009 at 4:24 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: Art, choices, cordieb, faith, forgiveness, harmony, indecisiveness, life, Love, Observations, poem, poems, Poetry, relationships, Spirituality, Wisdom
This poem was prompted by Simply Snickers. The words for this week were: damp, decide, and droll.
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.
March 5, 2009 at 7:20 pm · Filed under Observations, Original Stuff, Poetry, Riddles, Spiritual Riddles, Spirituality and tagged: cordieb, Desire, desires, goals, imagination, journey, Love, Paisley, passion, poem, Poetry, riddle, spiritual, spiritual riddle, Tobeme, wants
- Photo Courtesy of Dario*’s and is shared under a Creative Commons License
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)
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February 16, 2009 at 11:04 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: cordieb, frustration, gifts, haunting, irritation, poem, Poetry, puzzles, riddle, spirits, spiritual, Spirituality, stuck
If I be wicked, why then labour I in vain? Job 9. 29 Courtesy of X-The-Cry-of-Frustration-X
Uptight…?
nothing seems…just right?
nerves unraveled
in a frizzle…
frazzle???
I can make your mind dance…
play tricks, causing twirling
havoc with all happenstance
unfulfilled…unsatisfied?
nothing seems to fill the hole
of wants denied…
Cant’ figure out just how
to solve the puzzle? Brain’s fried!
thus your thoughts won’t allow
you to disavow…
although this deliema only occurred
in recent history, perhaps…
as soon as…just now!
can’t figure out…just how to…
do the thing you feel you
must do. . .?
take your time…relax…sit still…
breath in, take a…deep breath…
exhale, pop an illusionary…
chill pill.
perchance, that way, I might
go away or even disappear!!!
allowing your mind to again become
possibly, one-fifth…crystal clear. . .
making room for a breakthrough revelation!
I am the daunting, haunting spirit of . . .(Click below for answer)
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