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We have Infinite Possibilities and Boundless Potential – A Spiritual Riddle


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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Poem of the Week – Judgement


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       I was shocked, confused, bewildered
       As I entered Heaven’s door,
       Not by the beauty of it all,
       Nor the lights or its decor.

       But it was the folks in Heaven
       Who made me sputter and gasp–
       The thieves, the liars, the sinners,
       The alcoholics and the trash.

       There stood the kid from seventh grade
       Who swiped my lunch money twice.
       Next to him was my old neighbor
       Who never said anything nice.

       Herb, who I always thought
       Was rotting away in hell,
       Was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
       Looking incredibly well.

       I nudged Jesus, ‘What’s the deal?
       I would love to hear Your take.
       How’d all these sinners get up here?
       God must’ve made a mistake.

  ‘And why is everyone so quiet,
       So somber – give me a clue.’
       ‘Hush, child,’ He said, ‘they’re all in shock.
       No one thought they’d be seeing you.’

       JUDGE NOT!!

~Author Unknown (I received this via email)

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First Poem for 2010 – Lingering Lovingly ~CordieB


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Going Through the Library by TekkieBrek - (A gift from a stranger of a drawing of me)

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.

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No Strings Attached ~CordieB


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I’m hoping every one brought the New Year in with joy and love! As I reflect upon last year and look forward to this new year, I am filled with ideas and goals for the upcoming year. I am also filled with a few sorrows for those things I was not able to accomplish last year. As I look for the answers, spirit led me to re-post a post I penned last year. . . with a few amendments. :)

King of Pumpkins --CordieB

King of Pumpkins (My Grandson, Marquese --CordieB)

As I visited my fellow bloggers this morning. . . most of whom have a spiritual connection in some manner; if not spiritual, most of those I encounter are in search of something . . . . I suppose, because I am such, I migrate to such. But, I realize that there are those who live each day and never, ever question such unanswerable puzzles as “What is the Purpose of Life.”

Children go from day to day, creating, imagining, loving and playing. . . yet they never question such deep, mind twisting questions. Although very inquisitive, children never question such nonsense. I imagine my grandchild’s eye brows would rise should I ask him such a question. He would most likely say – “you’re playing nanna, ha ha” and continue building a Lego ville to touch the ceiling.

So, today I question myself. Why must I find purpose? Is there really a Purpose for my life?

Have you ever given a gift to someone just because you wanted that individual to have it . . . no strings attached. . .

If you have, then you know that once you give the gift with no strings attached, you don’t really care what they do with it; it is given with love for them to do whatever they choose to do with it. There is no need for thank you’s; no acknowledgments or kudos, . . . just something you chose to give, just because you wanted that individual or entity to have it.

Perhaps life is just that. . . a wonderful gift from our creator to do just what we want to do with it. . . no strings attached.

Today I will enjoy life with the enthusiasm of a child, with no set agendas or purposes (as they change, anyway, ya think??), but simply allow life to unfold and follow my spirit from moment to moment!

What do you think, I’d love to hear your thoughts. :)

Quote for the Day: My purpose in life is to allow my spirit to guide me from one moment to the next, in love. ~CordieB

Peace, Light and Love. . .

CordieB.

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Christ was about LOVE, PERIOD. All other agendas we may have are our own


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Artwork entitled, "Wingless, courtesy of ~n1kkeisat0
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The Christ Child, By CordieB

Away in a manger a long time ago…
a babe was born who longed to bring hope.
Three fourths of humanity worship the birth of this child
Yet, so few of us walk the path of the meek and the mild…

So few of strive to love our fellow man…
Though we hate and despise, still we worship the Man
So often we use Christ life’s purpose in vain
So few of us love our neighbors as Christ so diligently taught
We’ve turned his his walk into commercialism;
that can only be brought…

In stores to perhaps give a temporary smile
to those who can afford it…perhaps for a while
While others lay hungry, homeless and poor
we bustle and hustle to all of the stores . . .
Stressing ourselves to buy more, more and more…

We walk into churches each Sunday for Christ’s Sake
pointing fingers at those who have lost all their faith
due to heartless believers who so often spur hate
and pay all our dues for a religious retreat
yet somewhere a family is cold; abandoned, with nothing to eat

We speak of our Jesus with majestic love for the Man
never practicing that which He stood for– love for all humans
In fact we even practice hatred in His Holy name
and swear it is Christ-like to inflict such pain

Christ walked this earth to teach us to love
In hope that we not destroy humanity and the earth thereof
When will we practice the lessons taught by the babe who was born
in a manger to parents who were poor, ostracized and forlorn . . . ?

Let us remember the reason for the season by loving our neighbors and start treating others as we would have others treat us. Christ was about LOVE, PERIOD. All other agendas we may have are our own. Let us strive to keep this in mind this season and all seasons.

As always, Peace, Light and Love. . . CordieB.

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The Mirror of My Soul


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Walk from Smoke to Darkness ~CordieB.

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. ~~~~~

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Friday Flash Friday 55 – Beliefs ~CordieB.


 

 

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

©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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Another spiritual riddle – I hold the key to unshackle resentment


FoRgIvENeSs by =deadlybuterfly

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…

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Mine Own Worst Enemy; Mine Own Best Friend


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

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


Venom by !DagoDesign on Deviant Art

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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