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Five Things I am Thankful for Today!!!
1. The Color Red
2. Color Black
3. The Color Blue
4. The Color White
5. The Color Green
Take a break, sit back and enjoy this absolutely beautiful message . . .
You will really enjoy this. Let’s be thankful that God gave us the ability to see colors.
Turn up the sound and click on the picture above.
Thanks Gary Ringstaff for sharing this. It’s absolutely wonderful!!!!
So, what are you thankful for today! I’d love to know. Blessings to all, Cordieb.
More on Colors. . .Just in Case You Didn’t Know. . . 🙂
Almost all visible colors can be obtained by the additive color mixing of three colors that are in widely spaced regions of the visible spectrum. If the three colors of light can be mixed to produce white, they are called primary colors and the standard additive primary colors are red, green and blue.
Two colors that produce white when added together are called complementary. The color complementary to a primary color is called a secondary color. The complementary or secondary colors for red, green and blue are cyan, magenta and yellow respectively. These three colors are often referred to as the subtractive primary colors. When the three are combined in subtractive color mixing, they produce black.
🙂 🙂 🙂
Peace, Light and Love. . . C.
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…
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
~Written by Cordieb.
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Peace, Light and Love! CordieB.
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
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My creativity has been at a stall here of late. Perhaps it’s the zoids and pain killers I’ve been taking… In any event, I don’t seem to be able to focus long enough to write anything, so, I thought I’d share something I wrote some time ago. . . Blessings to all of you….
Photo courtesy of Jason McKim and is licensed under the Creative Commons
I can be cold as the bluest, hottest ice
And hot as the bluest, fiercest fire. . .
I’m a false reflection of a conceptional misconception
Whatever your limited or infinite mind’s desire
You listen to my loud, yet gentle vibration
You believe me fully with no hesitation . . .
You see me with all colors of the beautiful rainbow
Is that really all the colors? Will you ever know?
Only if you can let me go. . .
I’m young and younger, black and blacker
Smart and wise. A genius. A true catalytic cracker
Beautiful, and most beautiful – is there really such a thing?
Breath in the melody that I most wonderfully sing!
I can be red, yellow, or indigo blue
Although I’m real in essence, I’m never the truth,
I’m at your worst, completely false;
Incomplete at your best; a simple impulse.
I can be joyfully sorrowful and sorrowfully glee, too.
But, whatever I am, I’m always completely real to you.
Do you feel me! Do you get my point!
Do you smell my noise? Can you hear my funk!
Can you see my darkness? Can you touch my light!
Can you smell my vision? Can you taste my sight!
Can you smell the painful pleasure,
Can you taste the agony of the estasy?
No matter what, I’m always YOUR reality;
I am in you and you are in me.
If you change your perspective.
I’ll change mine– as your’s reflective.
I am oh so evil, and yet so kind
The world would be nothingness if I were blind.
But, maybe not-how dare I say?
And now I lay me down to pray . . .
I pray that you free me every then and now
From your dear self, for this I vow . . .
Will free you from hypocrisies
And all the false analogies. . .
From judgements, prejudices, anger and hatred …
These no longer exist, once I am emancipated.
My negation gives you insight, free and clear
Of a far away place that is yet so near
If you could release my blessed curse and damned grace
And move beyond object, time and space
For that brief moment in that sphere
You’ll sense a unity so crystal clear
Even beyond your limited, infinite imagination
Who am I, I am simply . . .
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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!
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
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. . . .