Spiritual Revelations for Humans Seeking Humanity in Humans ~CordieB.
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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.
July 11, 2009 at 3:20 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: aspirations, Awareness, cordieb, heart ache, hope, hopeless, hopelessness, joy, life, Love, lush, peace, peers, people, positive thinking, self, Simply Snickers, soul, spirit, Spirituality
This poem was written in response to Simply Snickers Prompt. This week’s words were look, line, and lush. This week, we celebrate the birthday of French Impressionist and Pointillist painter Camille Pissarro, who was born on July 10, 1830. Thanks Linda for the inspiration on this one. I was also inspired by a recent post written by Tobeme, End of the Rope. Thanks, Tobeme!
- Woman Hanging Laundry by Cammile Pissaro, 1887
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 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. . . .
July 3, 2009 at 4:40 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: beauty, children, cordieb, dawn, dusk, egotistical, estasy, happiness, joy, joy harmony, life, light, little things, Love, miracles, mystical, peace, simplicity, simplistical, Simply Snickers, spiritual, spiritual riddle
speaking of joy by ~marielliott
I am the soft tickle of bubbles blown in the air
I am the wind gently billowing through each strand of your hair
I am the lucky discovery of a lone four-leaf clover
I am the ecstasy of the first kiss from a new-found lover
I am the the amazed eyes upon the first look…
Of newborn babe, straight from mommy’s nook
I am the amused, confused on a roller coaster ride
I am the quiet majestic of the ascending tide
I am sweet rain gently falling to the ground
I am the whispers of the leaves heard without sound
I am that which comes so often; yet we don’t understand…
the blessed dawn, as sunlight blankets the land
I’m seen in the stars, shining ever so bright
I’m heard in the voices of lovers each night
I’m felt in the kiss of a rose on a nose…
and the sweet, sweet aroma of that fragrant rose
I am laughter on hindsight of not going berserk
I am a hug and fresh sheets after a long day’s work;
The sun peaking through the clouds after a pouring rain storm
The rainstorm after a drout of love transformed
I’m more valuable than all riches, and everything
I exist in the little things and what they bring
I am the sensation of a Popsicle on a hot summer’s day
I am the innocence of life and love in children’s play
I am an Angel, often found in the eyes of a girl or a boy
I am most mystical, not egotistical, yet so simplistical…
I am….. (click below for riddle answer)
July 2, 2008 at 6:37 pm · Filed under Observations, Original Stuff, Poetry, Spirituality and tagged: beauty, life, Love, magnificant, magnificant moments, Mark Chagall, mountains, persistence, poem, Poetry, preservation, preserverence, rainbow, roses, Simply Snickers, Spirituality, thoughts
~Flowers and Lovers – Mark Chagall ~
This week, simply snickers celebrates the birthday of Russian artist Mark Chagall (born July 7, 1887 ). Such a magnificant painting!
Magnificant moments in my life
Have always trailed much stress and strife
The beauty of the velvet red rose
Whose bloom came after bitter snows
The clutching of my first born’s hands
Came after laboring demands
of stress and pain through out the night
But in her eyes came pure delight
The climbing of the mountain high
brought pain to legs, feet and thighs
But looking across the beautiful view
Gave a sense of magnificance and wonder anew
As I retrace my life and what I’ve seen
There’s one surety that’s always been
Magnificance would not be so
Without preserverence that makes it so
As I gaze upon the magnificant rainbow
After a raging storm passed only seconds ago
Her beauty reminds me with anticipated glee
A magnificant moment awaiteth me!
~By CordieB
This poem was written for Simply Snickers , a fun poetry prompt. This week’s theme is "Magnificant Moments."
June 17, 2008 at 11:16 pm · Filed under Humanity, Love, Observations, Poetry, Spirituality and tagged: anonymous, anonymous secret, Poetry, secret, self deception, silence, Simply Snickers
Photo courtesy of WolfSoul and is licensed under a creative commons license.
Silent secrets of the heart
Break your spirit into parts
parts of love and parts of pain
searching for one’s self again . . .
Silent secrets speak no peace
Only vague uncertainties
Leaving traces in disguise
Of dormant truths that will arise
Silent secrets tell no lies
And it comes as no surprise
When the silence breaks the core
Heart and spirit fight no more
Silent secrets have no bearing
on what we call love or caring
for they only weigh the spirit
Weighted hearts hold no merit
Silent secrets can’t tell lies
They are revealed in the eyes
Of the soul who bears evidence
Of the secret’s consequence.
Silent secrets speak so loud
Though they leave a question cloud
As to whether they are really heard
Heart and Soul speak a foreign word
Silent secrets do tell lies
to the self in haunting cries
to release their awful woe
let them loose! freely flow!
Silent secrets released alas!
from the hidden looking glass;
spirit free; heart released a ton
heart and spirit now dance as one!
Written for Simply Snickers Poetry Prompt and of course my beautiful blog friends and visitors. If you have a silent secret, feel free to leave it in the comments; or better yet leave it at the annonymous secrets site created by Paisley – while you are there, check out other’s secrets, you might find that you are not alone. It might just take a burden off of your heart and spirit! Peace, Light and Love, CordieB.
