Looking in the Mirror

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

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There Will Be Blood

The Blood Tree, courtesty of ~Ksaad, under a creative commons license

The Blood Tree, courtesty of ~Ksaad, under a creative commons license . Growing veins of sorrow and complications are the seeds that we have sown from our vengeance, hatred, racism, power and craving for more. So long for a cleanse.

There will be blood if we simply look the other way

There will be blood if we continue our lives the same way

There will be blood if the cycle of violence is not forsaken

There will be blood if a life for another life is taken

There will be blood if we continue to fight hatred with hate

There will be blood if we abandon solutions to rehabilitate  rejuvinate

There will be blood if we neglect to teach our young to love

There will be blood if we don’t love our neighbors, inspite of

There will be blood.

There will be more blood.

There wll be an endless,

forever increasing,

cycle of blood. . .

untill…

there is no more blood.

~Written by CordieB

Quote for the Day

Deep inside even the most seemingly evil of beings lies a seed of love; it is that seed we must strive to rejuvinate and  cultivate.  When we hate the evil, we only cultivate more hatred ~CordieB.

Peace, Light and Love… 

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A Spiritual Riddle – I’m the reflection and a reaction of being untrue to self – and perceived selfishness

My existence emerges quite often in the middle of the night;

Sometimes I bring anxiety; Frequently, I induce unrealistic fright.

Oftentimes I’m an instant reflex of a web of grave deceit;

Many feel I can be eradicated by disclosure; Allbeit revealed most indiscreet.

I was borne when humans went against their true natural flow . . .

I quickly grew enormous from false judgments which were sowed

Into the conscious being as a way to tame the actions

Of any action committed without perceived fair karmic reactions

Many occasions my existence is sparked by the master manipulators

Who use fictitious sliding scales of love as unloving validators

"If you love me you would do this; You wouldn’t do this if you knew . . .

I would never do such nonsense; because of the love I have for you.

You would go along with my way if you were down for me and true"

I’m sure you’ve heard these statements; perhaps you’ve said them too.

Know your self and love yourself and you won’t fall into the ageless trap . . .

Of the Master Manipulators who will trick you to take the rap

For anything that goes against your true heart in the name of loveless love…

And continue with the punishment until they rise abreast of and above…

The manipulation that was taught to you and for which you practice too

When you ask more from another than you know you would honestly want to do

I arise when spirit, mind, and actions are not on one accord

I bring traumatic injury to the mind; I cause such destruction; you can’t afford…

To keep me in your presence; as I’ll reek havoc on the spirit and the flesh

I’m the reflection and a reaction of being untrue to self – and perceived selfishness

Who am I . . .   (click below for riddle answer)

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Indecisiveness

This poem was prompted by Simply Snickers.  The words for this week were: damp, decide, and droll.

Indecision by *moonmomma

Indecision by *moonmomma

Indecisiveness

Indecisiveness takes its toll
On the drollness and lightness of our soul
Made up minds lift the dread filled weight
lingering heavily on our fate

Indecision stunts our growth
though deciding we may loath
one must move through inconclusive’s brace
holding mind, body and spirit stuck in place…

till decisions can be made
life continues, low-keyed; afraid
knowing in the back of mind
choices must be made in time

Preventing  souls from moving free
intensifying fears of what may or may not be
lest we move from fear to flight
we may never see the light

Though decisions may be wrong
lack of choice only prolongs
mending of spirit and self torn apart
when in dire doubt, follow your heart

Written by CordieB.

Dreams Deferred

I wrote the following poem for my daughter, Crystal, but feel the need to repost it tonight for me. Hope you don’t mind the repost. —Lots of love, C.

Pink Heaven Crystal (My Daughter) By Cordieb.  Don't ask me why she's wearing the umbrella, but hey it is a dream! (LoL)
Pink Heaven Crystal (My Daughter) By Cordieb. Don’t ask me why she’s wearing the umbrella, but hey it is a dream!!! (lol)

Dreams Deferred

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 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 dreams 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

Quote for The Day. Don’t forsaken those dreams you truely desire. Dreams acted upon with love always manifest into realities one sweet morning!  CordieB.
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Peace, Light and Love. . . .C

Jump Back Juicy

treeoflife

Art – Tree of life,  By Keith Haring ,  1985

The following poem was written in response to Simply Snicker’s  poetry prompt.  This week’s (Through May 10th) prompt prompts us to use the words, Jeer , Jump and Just in our poems. 

Also, we are celebrating the life of American pop artist Keith Haring , who was born on May 4, 1958.  A sample of his wonderful art is shown above.   Also, visit his site.  He was a most wonderful artist.

In light of the light-hearted, yet meaningful and deeply spiritual,  nature of Keith Haring’s art. .. I thought I’d try a little light hearted poetry to accompany his work.  Of course a spiritual lesson is spinned in the words too–I think.  Anywho…

Jump Back Juicy

Jump back Juicy, have no fear

Just becuz they jab and jeer

can’t you see the time is near…

when yo eyes seez crystal clear

Jump back Juicy, dry those eyes

look into the bright blue skys

nature’s bout to make allies

of those boys who make you cry

Jump back Juicy; have no doubt

You’ze about to step on out

You’ze beginning now to sprout

Ain’t no need to worry bout

Nothin that those boys a saying

they just boys who likes a playing

pretty soon they be prayin

for the comfort of yo laying…

Jump back Juicy, let’s go play

it’s another pretty day

Picked you flowers round the way

What’s yo real name anyway…?

~Written by CordieB.

Quote for Today:   All things blossom in due time.  ~CordieB.

I have a feeling you are in the mist of blossoming right now~  Just you wait and see!

Peace, Light and Love. . . CordieB.

Ego Tripping

 

Thru the Fire ~CordieB.

Thru the Fire ~CordieB.

Misaligned with my spirit

Disconnected from my core

And my ego was screaming. . .

Give me, More, More, More!!!

Empty feelings of needing

Disenchanted with my life

Whilst my Ego continued…

causing Strife, Strife, Strife!!!

Persevering the battle

Looking inward for relief

Yet my Ego remained…

causing Grief, Grief, Grief!!!

Tried to detach from all

Tried to let it all go

Still my ego was strong

She refused to let go!!!

Then along came compassion…

to my rescue she came…

with humility’s lesson

she revealed my true name

Thru the Fire, I emerged…

Free of  judgement or blame…

Realigned with my spirit!

Reconnected with my core!

Love’s unveiling my true identity

As I explore; as I implore…

Love, she sustains… "Overjoy, Overjoy…"

 ~Written by CordieB

Happy Valentines Day to My Man

 

Lovers Fantasy Island. . .CordieB

Lover's Fantasy Island. . .CordieB

I love red roses

…and blue violets too

but, the best valentines

is time shared with you!

A walk in the park

A kiss in the dark

A cuddle by the fire

will always cause spark

a warm tub with petals

with wine on the side

a few candles lit

and you by my side . . .

no matter what day,

or what time of year

our genuine passion

remains crystal clear

So, no need to go out of your way

or find a card that can’t quite say

your true heartfelt sentiment

for your love is always evident

on Valentines Day, and Every Day!

P.S.  Even when we’re mad, our love is evident! 

Happy Valentines Day, G.   Love Ya with all my heart, CordieB.