January 5, 2010 at 10:24 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: answers, cordieb, creator, higher being, looking, Love, questions, Reflections, searching, Simply Snickers, spirit
Current Mood:
Sickly
Going Through the Library by TekkieBrek - (A gift from a stranger, yet a friend, of a drawing of me)
“The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who cannot read them.”
- Mark Twain
Lingering lovingly into space
Searching for her saving grace
Looking up to bright blue skies
for the answers to the why’s
Lingering lovingly into spaces
Searching past familiar faces
Staring distantly through the eyes
For the truths amid the lies
Lingering lovingly into spaces
of the self for bits and traces
of self truths that tell no lies
to answers laying in disguise…
~CordieB
Where do you look for answers to your most intimate questions? Do you look to a higher being, to other people,to books and media, to nature, to self… are the answers found in one and in all of these sources???
Quote for the Day – The hardest part of finding the correct answer is finding the correct source. (Another question in and of itself 
) ~CordieB.
Do the answers change not only with the source, but with timing….with space…..where and when….what do you think? Are the answers dynamic, fluid, evolving as we evolve! I’d love to know your views…
Submitted for Simply Snickers Poetry Prompt. This week’s prompt words are, Linger, Look and Love.
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. ~~~~~
