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….
May 16, 2010 at 1:28 am · Filed under African American and tagged: beauty, body, cordieb, Earth, friends, light, mind, moon, peace, relationships, riddle, soul, spiritual riddle, stars
Current Mood:
Cool
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)
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April 12, 2010 at 10:05 pm · Filed under Abuse, Observations and tagged: consciousness, cordieb, death, energy, joy, life, meaning of life, mindfulness, origin, origin of life, pantheism, reincarnatin, Religion, soul, spirit, spiritual, Spirituality, transcend
Current Mood:
Confused
Princes of Peace ~CordieB.
Where does life start;
Where does life end,
What constitutes life?
How might life transcend?
Is there soul without life?
Is there life without soul?
Does the soul have a mind?
Does a soul make life whole?
Is there soul in the seed…
Before insemination?
Is there soul in the man
Who lacks inspiration?
Is there soul in the sperm…
Before it fertilizes…?
Does a soul fly away…
When the body has died?
Is there life in the Rock,
The River, the Tree…?
Does life live in you…
Does a soul live in me?
Is consciousness in all creation?
Does consciousness have limitation?
Is the soul a gap between…
Body…and consciousness…
Or is consciousness a gap between
Body and soul…
Or are body, consciousness, and soul
independent concepts
That sometimes work together…
To make us whole…
To form what we call
… LIFE…
Or are they…?
~Written by CordieB.
~Inspired by MasteryMistery – Thanks, MasteryMistery!
So…what do you think constitutes life ? ? ?
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. ~~~~~
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
August 7, 2009 at 7:01 pm · Filed under Art, Dreams, Humanity, life, Observations, Original Stuff, Poetry, spiritual, Spirituality, Truth and tagged: Beliefs, Believe, cordieb, Evolution, Flash 55, Flash Friday 55, G-man, imagination, Law of Attraction, Love, manifestation, peace, Poetry, posibilities, Purpose, Religion, soul, spirit, spiritual, Spirituality
The following poem is submitted for the fabulous Friday 55, hosted by none other than the G-Man, AKA, Mr. Know it All. I’m about an hour late on my submission, but I hope someone still finds it beneficial on any day of the week. :) Here ’tis…
©2004-2009 *tigsie17
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Belief
Our life is a mirror reflecting our beliefs
Whether laced with joy or riddled with grief
We can only see what we believe real
What we don’t believe can’t be revealed
Change your belief system and you will see
Changed beliefs manifest into reality
Remove the false veil of impossibilities
Infuse your imagination into actualities
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~Written by Cordieb.
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Peace, Light and Love! CordieB.
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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.
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. . . .
April 30, 2009 at 6:11 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: balance, bird flu, body, children, cordieb, epidemic, evil, family, fear, flu, food for thought, harmony, illness, Love, mind, pandemic, peace, Poetry, riddle, root of evil, soul, spiritual, spiritual riddle, Spirituality, swine flu
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…
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