Like dancing leaves of billowed trees…

I delight in the ride of a gentle breeze

I am tickled in my bare existence..

No need to push, pull or bear down in resistance

I breathe fresh air to feed my soul..

And exhale desires to hold control

I dare not stir the pot of mass confusion

That so often arises from exclusion

As refreshing as morning’s dew,

I float like clouds on plains of blue

Ingrained in love, instilled in all of you

No need to cause disharmony…

To choose a side or disagree

So magical, like alchemy…

I calm the qualms of humanity

Bringing forth new insight, bright and clear…

That life is precious, love is dear…

No need to fight, no need to fear!

Let go, Exhale, Release, Release!

Sieze me, and life’s chaos will simply cease

Who am I …? (Click below for Riddle Answer)

I am the Loving Spirit of Inner Peace

~Written by CordieB

Inspired by The Naked Soul - Thanks for the Inspiration!!!

Better than a thousand hollow words, is one word that brings peace.
Buddha

Chaos is inherent in all compounded things. Strive on with diligence.
Buddha

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This is an update from a post I wrote last year – I’ve added and deleted some of my thanks givings from last year…  As you can see, I’ve been blessed throughout the year.  Also, I present to you a  riddle to help exercise the thankful brain.

1. Today I am thankful that my pain is subsiding. pain is gone!

2. Today I am thankful that I have a good man who deals with my pain with me in a supporting, loving manner.

3. Today I am thankful that my children are doing well.

4. Today I am thankful for the warmth of the summer.

5. Today I am thankful that my fever is subsiding I can’t even remember the fever I spoke of last year.

6.  Today I am thankful for another year to live and love and that nothing is constant but change   (Added today, July 15th, 2010)

What were you thankful for last year this time?  What are you thankful for Today?

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Spiritual Riddle

I am the sin of grave covetousness

Bound to mine own self righteousness

Neglecting inner consciousness…

for all my mind craves to possess

I’m the root of imbalance in the land

As visioned pleasures I expand

Amid the poor and weakened man

To whom I dare not lend a hand…

Convincing self in false delight

that I deserve all in my plight…

What I consume is mine own right…

as daytime surely follows night…

The sad thing is I’m never filled,

as nothing ever quite fulfills

the hollow heart that slowly kills

my soul by short lived external thrills…

Hoarding more than I need

can’t quench the thirst of internal needs

with a starving soul and a heart that bleeds…

and decayed root bearing no fruit nor seed…

because one foolishly concedes

to me, (Who Am I – Click Below for Riddle Answer)

The Deadly Sin of Greed

~Written by CordieB.

I have been rather quiet here lately – I’ve been in the listening mode rather than the talking mode. Sometimes too much chatter jumbles the mind, so I’ve been sitting back taking in, absorbing for the moment. However, know that my thoughts remain with each of you loyal readers and those who happen to pass by this space every now and then.

Below is a repost of a riddle I wrote some time ago… perhaps you can solve it before you get to the end. And always remember, the stars look up tos you babe!

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I’ve guided multitudes of earthly beings through many dark nights

I’ve been a beacon of hope for many a man lost in his flight

Although I’m quite illuminous, I have absolutely no light energy alone . . .

I’m blessed by the light of my brethren to co-create life from cold stone

As long as my universal family shines, then I shall shine too . . .

And I, in-turn, humbly reflect that ambiance of light unto you.

So I can aide you in finding your way from the lost journey afar

And thus, you might illuminate another who may not know whom or where they are.

Like many, I sometimes have dreary days and nights when I feel so alone,

When I’m blocked from my light source by dark storm clouds of energy unknown.

I realise it’s all an illusion, for my light soure remains true, bright and clear

But when you’re lost in dark pastures, tis hard to let go the false fear.

So in today’s midnight, I remind you even a blind man can see the light bright,

For they are not blinded by false perceptions of absense of love’s light.

You see, the blind sees beauty in realness . . . and truth without lies . . .

They don’t look for false answers in the suns, moons or skies . . .

They feel warmth in kindness, compassion and love . . .

In darkness, they are guided by inner awareness, not from detachments thereof;

They love, hate or feel indifference to us for ourselves in the mist of life’s rugged race . . .

They most brilliantly see the love in our hearts–in spite of our physical face!

Visionless, they see the hatred in our hearts, in spite of physical beauty

Like a blind child or man, we should all stress to make it our duty . . .

To look into the true hearts of children, women, and men . . .

See all people as they really are, not pre-judge by their hair, face or skin.

But you needn’t close your eyes to see the light . . .

You can have 20/20 vision and still use your insight . . .

If you’ve accepted and embraced the blessing of inner vision and true clarity

Then you understand, I once was lost but now I’m found; was blind but now I see.

But alas, I will guide you in your journey, it won’t be too late or too soon . . .

I’m a luminous guide in life’s dark forrest, I am simply . . . . (click below for answer)

The Moon.

Written By CordieB.

The riddle above was inspired by some”beautiful” blog friends, Gyspy Heart , a very talented artist who painted the painting below about which there is a beautiful story (click on the painting to read the story – WARNING -it might make your eyes water, Sanity Found , a talented, spirited young woman, who posted today and last week on how our outward perceptions of self even change how we relate to ourselves and life, a new free-spirited blog friend at Spiritual Perceptions , who asked to see a picture of me, the fact that I had perceived Gypsy Heart to “look” like a gypsy (smile), and the multi-talented, Persistent Illusion , who is so wise and inspirational that he or she is like an illusion.

Photo courtesy of Susan (Gypsy Heart) Morrison Sims – click on image to read the wonderful story behind this beautiful, gifted piece, and to see experience the art fully.

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

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)

I am the transcending spirit named Desire – Written by CordieB

But wait! I hear in the distance sweet desire calling me back with all her power. . . she’ s revealing to me her true identity…

I’m told her brother’s name is Hope;

And with these three we learn to cope

When we feel we’ve reached the end of our rope.

What is this Spirit– deep and purple, red

That quinches our thirst; our souls be fed

That in her vanquish; leaves us cold and dead

I’ve heard she’s simply a trick of the mind

That dulls reality; keeps us blind

of life’s true meaning for which we can not find

Without a Desire to learn the secrets of all life-kind

So I am certain that Desire is real

I can’t see her; but I know I feel

Her presense in my every being

When I’m loving life and all its zeal

Once she almost vanished from my soul

I felt so empty; I felt so cold

I barely had the Desire to live

But she did not falter; in she would not give

And so Desire, she faught for me!

To grasp onto my reality

To Desire life enough to endure the pain

To Desire to love and inspire again

To Desire to help my fellow man

To Desire to hear the Robin sing

To Desire to watch the children play

To Desire to see another day

To Desire to smell the lovely red rose

To Desire to play in the fallen snow

To Desire to feel the sun on my skin

To Desire to feel the breeze of gentle winds

To Desire to sing a beautiful melody

To Desire to write a poem or three

To Desire to watch the sun rise once more

From the sands of time on an open shore

To Desire to watch my lover sleep

To Desire to cry; To Desire to weep

To Desire to see the moon and stars

To Desire to one day see the the end of wars

Oh yes! Sweet Desire, she faught for me

And so I know she’s a reality

As long as my true Desire is not for death

She will lend herself unto me to take another breath

But one sweet day; I know not when or where

I will Desire to move from this life without a care

I will Desire to leave my body and move on free

I simply pray Spirit Desire will come along with me

Written by CordieB especially for the Angel, Enreal

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.

FoRgIvENeSs by =deadlybuterfly

I can clear one’s mind to move beyond

Perceived misdeeds occuring in time now gone

I can free the mind of duplicitous locks

Evading spirit with mental blocks

Blocks and Locks preventing joy and pleasure

From freely roaming at their leasure

I hold the key to unshackle resentment

That tricks one’s mind out of contentment

I can relieve the body, mind and spirit

Of  inequities which, in reality, presently, hold no merit

Weaved deception and rejection I shall unweave

Derived from Love; empathy I conceive

I can release one’s spirit of the heavy weight

That dims one’s soul; unravelled fate

I empower the anquished breath to exhale serenity

I inspire the soul to dance in bliss with eternity

A humble spirit; yet many find me hard to possess

With love, I discard all trespasses

Compassion brings forth my blessedness

I am…

click below for riddle  answer

The  peace-filled Spirit of Forgiveness…

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~Written by CordieB.

Quote for the Day:  Father Forgive them for they know not what they do; Father forgive me, although I know most times exactly what I’m doing…~CordieB.

Peace, Light and Love…

I can cause you to wake up early every morning, although you have no place to go;

I can cause you to consistently be late for work, your dates, appointments, meetings and very important events;

I am so strong that going against my will may cause you to feel disconnected, aloof, and oftentimes confused and dazed.

I am so powerful that I often cause you to eat when you are not hungry and drink when you are not thirsty.

So powerful is my force, I am why you may call mom, dad, or your best friend each Sunday afternoon, faithfully.

If you want to use me for your good, try mastering me for 28 days.  I might prove to be just what you need, indeed.

 Who am I?

I am the Force of Habit.
By:  CordieB

Quote for the Day – In order to see a different results – one must practice different habits.  ~CordieB.

I can spread like wild fires

From one to another

I’m highly contagious

Among family, sisters and brothers

I spread oblivious, at times paralyzing dread

Among unwitting lovers

Many fall so easily for me

Instead of falling for love

Leaving their souls in disharmony

minds and bodies devoid of

natural defenses; protection thereof

If one soul is infected

I can spread to the mass

I have no preference or penchant

to any race, creed or class

I multiply and mutate

With a mere, whispered suggestion

I frequently blow up to pandemonium..

becoming wide-spread infection

I can began as a simple idea

Quickly manifesting into reality

a mere negative thought passed on

is how I’m always first conceived

Deceptive; I am never what I appear

I am the root of all evil,

I am the spirit of fear…

Written by CordieB.

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Fellow blogger, phaelosopher, so clearly reminds us in his recent artlce, “A Matter of Choice, The Power of Fear or Love on Swine Flu .. that…

Love lifts the spirits, and with the lifting of the spirit comes an increase in life force energy within our entire being. These are not simply flowery woo woo proclamations.

Placing ourselves in a loving attitude has a calming, harmonizing effect on our cell physiology. It also increases circulation and has a structuring effect on the water that flows within the body, and the organizing effect on the energy field that flows around, and extends beyond it. This produces and enhances a field around us that ultimately influences what happens to us — what we actually experience — from one moment to the next.  More…

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)

I am the transcending spirit named Desire – Written by CordieB

But wait!  I hear in the distance sweet desire calling me back with all her power. . . she’ s revealing to me her true identity…

Her sisters are Passion and Inspire!

I’m told her brother’s name is Hope;

And with these three we learn to cope

When we feel we’ve reached the end of our rope.

What is this Spirit– deep and purple, red

That quinches our thirst; our souls be fed

That in her vanquish; leaves us cold and dead

I’ve heard she’s simply a trick of the mind

That dulls reality; keeps us blind

of life’s true meaning for which we can not find

Without a Desire to learn the secrets of all life-kind

 So I am certain that Desire is real

I can’t see her; but I know I feel

Her presense in my every being

When I’m loving life and all its zeal

Once she almost vanished from my soul

I felt so empty; I felt so cold

I barely had the Desire to live

But she did not falter; in she would not give

And so Desire, she faught for me!

To grasp onto my reality

To Desire life enough to endure the pain

To Desire to love and inspire again

To Desire to help my fellow man

To Desire to hear the Robin sing

To Desire to watch the children play

To Desire to see another day

To Desire to smell the lovely red rose

To Desire to play in the fallen snow

To Desire to feel the sun on my skin

To Desire to feel the breeze of gentle winds

To Desire to sing a beautiful melody

To Desire to write a poem or three

To Desire to watch the sun rise once more

From the sands of time on an open shore

To Desire to watch my lover sleep

To Desire to cry; To Desire to weep

To Desire to see the moon and stars

To Desire to one day see the the end of wars

Oh yes! Sweet Desire, she faught for me

And so I know she’s a reality

As long as my true Desire is not for death

She will lend herself unto me to take another breath

But one sweet day; I know not when or where

I will Desire to move from this life without a care

I will Desire to leave my body and move on free

I simply pray Spirit Desire will come along with me

Written by CordieB especially for the Angel, Enreal