Looking in the Mirror

Spiritual Revelations for those seeking Humanity in Humans ~~CordieB.

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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.

Spiritual Riddle – It’s the little things…

speaking of joy by ~marielliott

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) 🙂

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Thought for The Day

Possibilities Are On the Horizon - CordieB

Possibilities Are On the Horizon - CordieB

There are vast possibilities on the horizon; It’s up to us to manifest those possibilities into realities!

Peace, Light and Love, CordieB.

What Is, Is. ~Written by CordieB

In life, pain is inevitable, the suffering is optional... by tapperboy
In life, pain is inevitable, the suffering is optional… by tapperboy

What Is, Is.

The nature of my blog tags often draws individuals who are spiritual, deep, and quite inspiring; but on that same token, it also draws many individuals who are searching, depressed, and looking for light in the depths of their perceived darkness.  I’m emphathetic to all of these emotions, as I too have experienced most of the feelings I often see on many of my fellow blogger’s pages and comments. 

Often, I see personality traits that lean toward the inspiring, enlightened, and enthusiastic about all of life. The sky could be very well be falling, yet these individuals will see the positive in such.

But there are often times where I see personalities that lean towards the darkness, the depression, the truely pessimistic approach towards most of life’s issues.  I often want to simply hold these individuals up and let them know that all will truely be ok.  I sometimes do not understand why it is that they do not see that this too shall pass.  .  .

But, in the interim, I am reminded, that we are all individuals with different experiences, and our experiences form many of our perceptions. 

And so, for today . . . I will simply deal with the present moment.  Because, what is is.  How I deal with the What Is is a reflection of how I feel about my self at this very moment.  There are times when I choose to look for the possibilities…it is where dreams are manifested…but it is also where nightmares are manifested…depending on my frame of mind at the time.

I often wonder what it is about us that determines what we lean more toward.  There are truely those who relish the darker side of life.  The darkness, depression, and sadness, gives them a certain melancholy of life noir that makes life more interesting for them.  Then, there are those who truely relish the light.  These are the optimist…those who see the rainbow after the storm, the light at the end of the tunnel–all the time.

But in reality, life is filled with ups and downs. We will have our good moments and our not so good moments.  But as human beings, I feel we must strive to endure with a sense of love for life…no matter the circumstances.   Our love for life must reflect love for all life. . . so that life will continue for all.  You see, what is, is.  But if we look around us and take in more of the other is’s other than what is in our own mind, we might begin to see What Is  in a different light.

Look at nature today, nature Is.  Feel the warmth of the sun today, the sun Is.  Gaze at the stars tonight, the stars Are. Watch the moon tonight, the moon Is.  Examine individuals walking, talking, whispering. . . come out side of self for a moment today to truely experience What Is. Experience the allness of allness.  Experience life as if you were God overseeing all creation. . . listen to the small sounds of the small animals. Look at the blade of grass sway in the wind. Take a closer look at what really Is. . . it may give you a perspective about life you never really gave thought to before.  You may come to the realization that life Is. . . . forever changing!

“The only thing constant in life is change"  ~François de la Rochefoucauld

 

“…A mind not to be changed by place or time.  The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.”  ~John Milton

 ~Peace, Light and Love. . . . CordieB.

A Spiritual Riddle – This spirit questioned right from wrong

Once upon a midnight blue
When you were me and I were you
And everything was tried and true
A dark spirit of our selves shown through

Though my eyes were brown and yours were blue
We at first appreciated the differences in hue
Why they were different, we had no clue
But embraced the beauty, through and through

Then on that midnight starry night
The gods awakened, causing stress and fright
Fear was something we had never known
Whether close together or all alone

We had all we ever needed or ever would
We could achieve anything that ever could
But on that dark night, once upon
The gods became bored of creation . . .
And so the games of life begun . . .

"How can we make them not forsee
That they are one and all as we?
How can we make them entertain
If they know that all are one and one’s the same?"

And so the god of unimpressed
Purposed to put forth a simple test
No pain was known to men back then
It was invented to see how best
Two lives would deal, and who would win
Pain produced me; thus I produced what you call sin.

Sadly the test failed miserably
Soon you became you and I became me
And so the gods changed destiny…
of how life was suppose to be.

This spirit often called out of name
Whose first intent was to bear blame
To make you look at me as I
And question differences to why
We were not exactly both the same

This spirit questioned right from wrong
And high from low and short from long
Discarded the weak, embraced the strong;
And though we both stood side by side
And knew no thing of foolish pride
This spirit borne proudness so great
That pride turned quickly into hate

As pain was never in the original plan;
For any living creature, including man.
Back then we were much like the beautiful tree
Who gives all of herself and love just to be . . .
And co-create in God’s creativity….
No pain is felt by the morning glory
Who each morning tells a most lovely story
The grass is not pained by the trample of man
She embraces the walks on her bountiful land

I’m told the Creation God attempted to correct this aweful woe
By instilling in animals, knowledge of everything they’d ever need or know…
But most humans remained retarded in their abilities
To  see the the forest through the trees…
For despite having knowledge to eliminate pain’s dark shadow
Pain’s offspring remained, Who am I . . . (Click below for Riddle Answer)

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UBUNTU (I am Because You Are)


Beautiful artwork courtesy of SanityFound

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I have been blessed through out the years

by kin and strangers alike who have caught my tears

Who have gave me strength; eased my fears. . .

Into their basin of unconditional love supreme . . .

and turned those tears so magically

into a blessing; making sad eyes gleam

who have turned nightmares into dreams . . .

 

All webs in life are weaved together

we all are one; from begining until forever

though we may be close or lightyears apart

our actions send endless waves rippling to all hearts

So often we may not realize

What we do and say travel endless miles

When we feed the hungry; or simply give a smile . .

 

However we relate to our fellow man

is chain reacted across the land and back again

Thus far I’ve been blessed beyond compare

From the whole of humanity, timeless; everywhere

And so I feel compelled to pass on a blessing

to aide humanity in not regressing

into the darkness of separation and instinct

because were’re all connected by a common link

So though you may be close or very far,

your light warms humanity like a distant star

Without you there would be no me

Thus, I’m grateful for your being, eternally

For the love you share, I say UBUNTU

I am what I am because of all of you!

Sun brings forth life as a distant star

As such, I AM BECAUSE YOU ARE!

~Written especially for YOU – By CordieB.

Dreams Deferred

Contemplating – Courtesy of G and Cordieb.  Share and Share Alike!
What happens to our dreams deferred?
Unacted upon desires that are seldom heard . . .
Do they wash away with the crimson tide . . .
By the sands of time which can’t be defied?

What happens to our dreams alas. . .
which we sadly allow to simply pass. . .
or hold at bay for a better day
Do they await our return or simply fade away?

What happens when we put our dreams on a shelf?
Do they wait patiently for us to find ourselves
Or do they float away to an unknown dreamland
Where dreams deferred converge and reemerge once again . . .

In the heart and soul of another child-like spirit . .
with the heart to reclaim our neglected dream’s merit
Who will take the forsaken dream and caress its face
And abandon not its saving grace

Allow not our dream to become deferred
Unnurtured; Seldom talked to; Barely heard. . .
For without our love, passion, and concern
Our dream will whither; thus our heart will burn and yearn. . .

Yet the dream will one day find another
Who will embrace that dream like a new found lover
And the dream will lovingly reciprocate
But sadly for us, it will be too late;
Yet to ease our minds, we will call it fate.

~Written Especially for my Daughter Crystal and all you other dreamers out there, by CordieB