We have Infinite Possibilities and Boundless Potential – A Spiritual Riddle

March 10, 2010 at 7:56 pm · Filed under Art, Dreams, Love, Original Stuff, Poetry, Spiritual Riddles, Spirituality, mindfullness, relationships and tagged: cordieb, eternal, eternity, future, god, infinity, Love, Past, peace, Poetry, Present, relationships, riddle, spirit, spiritual riddle, Spirituality, today, tomorrow, yesterday

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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Spiritual Riddle – This Nostalgic Lover Has Left Me Countless Times

March 3, 2010 at 8:30 pm · Filed under Art, Dreams, Observations, Original Stuff, Poetry, Riddles, Spiritual Riddles, Truth, mindfullness, relationships, spiritual and tagged: being, bittersweet, cordieb, findfullness, freedom, holding on, hope, joy, Love, lovers, memories, mindfullness, nastalgia, Past, Present, present moment, relationships, spiritual, spiritual riddle, today, tomorrow, yesterday

Current Mood: Cool & Flirtatious & Happy

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) 

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Mirror of My Soul

February 15, 2010 at 6:32 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: cordieb, Love, men, mindful, mindfullness, mirror, Observations, observer, Reflections, relationships, self, Spirituality, women

I read this at Sisters Leading Sisters this morning and simply had to pass it on!  I encourage all woman to join this group.  I find it to be exceptionally inspirational and filled with resources to help us lead and be lead to be the woman we truly are!   The message, however,  is for both  men and women, universally!

“Remove those ‘I want you to like me’ stickers from your forehead and, instead, place them where they truly will do the most good — on your mirror!” ~ Susan Jeffers

With that I felt impelled to repost my theme poem, Mirror of My Soul!   So, take that sticker off your forehead today!

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Mirror of My Soul ~CordieB

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 surety 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 arrive with the gift of identity

So for a time I’d harbor such, and thus it would be 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 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 fairies in the night, sing lullabys 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 the 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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From Lush to Love

December 29, 2009 at 4:20 am · Filed under Observations and tagged: abandonment, alcoholism, beggar, beginnings, belief system, Beliefs, Believe, change, company, drinking, drunk, enemys, faith, friends, homeless, Love, lush, new, New Year, relationships

Current Mood: Happy & Playful

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 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. . . .

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The Mirror of My Soul

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

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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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Few have been able to resist me – once my flowery, opium-fragrant mist is inhaled;

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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Mine Own Worst Enemy; Mine Own Best Friend

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.

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Friday Flash 55 – Venom

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.

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The Spirit of Forgiveness in Relationships

June 9, 2009 at 5:14 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: Agape, broken heart, Budah, cheating, Christ, eros, forgive, forgiveness, heart, Love, Lying, marriage, men, peace, relationships, spiritual, Spirituality, Truth, untruths, women

Let us drop the stones of revenge and try a new approach... forgiveness - by Anit@_M

 Now just because we forgive someone does not mean that we should allow anyone to continually hurt us. It means that we release them from the anger, resentment, and bitterness usually associated with an unforgiving spirit. It means that we love them, in spite of….. We love them whether they are in our lives or out of our lives…just like the father loves the prodigal son.  In order to conjure the spirit of forgiveness, we must first conjure the spirit of godly love and compassion. The spirit of godly love (agape) “compassionate love” will get us much further in our relationships than the spirit of being in love (eros) “passionate love.” You see in the spirit of eros love, with it’s swirling emotions and drama, we don’t actually actively love our beloved; rather, we find a desperate emotional need for our beloved to love us.  Although, the spirit of eros in a relationship is important, as it makes the relationship, exciting and exhilarating, these feelings ALWAYS dissipate unless they are accompanied by the spirit of agape love.

So if there is something that you feel unforgiving about your beloved today, try to summon the spirit of agape love and harness compassion, not only for your beloved, but also for yourself.    This is the spirit that 50-year old anniversaries are based upon!  You might be surprised how much better you will feel about your beloved, but even more so, about yourself!

Quote for the Day:   "There is no love without forgiveness, and there is no forgiveness without love.” – Bryant H. McGill -

Later this week, I will give some ideas on harnessing the spirit of agape love….and I appreciate any input or comments you may have.  Until then…

Peace, Light and Love, CordieB.

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Emotionally Needy

May 29, 2009 at 12:33 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: common sense, cordieb, emotionally greedy, emotionally needy, humpty dumpty, lessons, life, Love, needy, relationships, spiritual, spiritual lesson, Spirituality, world

This is my submission to g-man and his weekly fab friday flash 55

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