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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.
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.
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. . . .
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.
You may never touch us physically, but spiritually we are always in your grasp;
We are radiance and pure energy which so often make the children gasp
In awe of our beauty and the multitude of sparks
that twinkle and glitter in the dark from the fields, neighborhoods, and parks
You may gaze upon our radiance and make a wish or two
We may even understand you, as we very often do.
We gaze down upon your wonderment, as you look up to the skies
In a wishful belief and comfort that we can dry your teary eyes.
If we could answer all your prayers and your wishes make them true,
We’d simply tell you truthfully, all the answers lie in you.
We are here to provide you beauty, light, warmth and energy;
To aide you in a moment of escape from today’s imagery
To render beauty and calmness in the night amongst today’s mad, twisted twirl;
And to help you realize God’s creation is far beyond your small, small world
To remind you that you’re not alone in your troubles, wants and cares,
For many a child and man have upon us wished a trillion different prayers.
We would tell you it matters not so much your worldly false needs or desire;
For your needs and wants come and go; and no condition is so dire–
That it won’t pass as all does, you see nothing remains the same;
For every night turns to day; even we will someday lose our flame.
But it gives us great delight in knowing that we’ve encouraged you once more,
We shine to provide sparkle and energy which may inspire you to soar
To reach to us in aspiration and live each day with abilities to cope,
With each moment’s joys and disappointments with love, faith and hope
We ourselves wish that our light will give you guidance on how to live your life–
That you’ll in-turn love others on your sphere and always shine your love light.
That you’ll give a boost of inpiration to that man in grave dispair
Or to that child who is homeless, hungry; or simply needs someone to care.
That you will be a guiding light for aimless souls searching in the dark,
For someone headed down a dark path in life may only need a spark
Of love and compassion from you to boost start and point the way
To the wonderful, truthful realization that all is not in dismay.
So shine your light as we do and dream upon us if you wish.
But remember blessings are to be passed on; not to be kept–selfish.
If you want to make your deepest, intermost wishes come true
Take a closer look at self, and what is genuinely you.
Not external values, such as money, fame and passing romance
But what’s in the inside – what really makes you dance.
If you wish upon me tonight, I’d bet a million, trillion light years
That the time will come when you will no longer have the same illusionary fears.
Or false demands or needs for happiness as you think you do now.
And upon me you’ll have another wish upon your fretfull, sweet brow.
We would tell you a change in circumstances must always start with you;
You frame your life by your thoughts, beliefs, and all that you do.
We would remind you everything you need in this life has already been given.
The key is in accepting, embracing and love for the life you’re now living.
I’m sure you know the riddles’s answer, as the clues are quasars
We are objects of wishful thinking, we are simply the stars. . .
You are so wonderful just as you are right now! The stars look up at you!
If you can’t seem to get it together, it may be that you have given too much of yourself away. It may be that you have compromised, over-compensated, given in and given over so much of yourself that you no longer know where all of the pieces have been scattered. Perhaps the things you thought you needed to do to get love, to experience yourself as loveable, to be acknowledged, left you splintered, shattered and broken into so many pieces you feel like you will never be able to pull yourself together. Don’t worry! You have simply experienced an invasion of the body snatchers!
A body-snatchers invasion will distort the truth about you. It will make you forget your true identity. it will make you feel guilty about your desire to take care of yourself and honor yourself. It will point out the wrongness of your choices, the dangers of your decisions, the impossibility of your visions and the fallacy of your beliefs. A little nip here. A little peck here…
There is a way to pull yourself back together when you have been accosted by body snatchers. You must examine all the times you gave others the right to make your decisons, when you expected others to do for you what only you had the power to do, when you gave others the right to decide your destiny and when you dishonored yourself in order to pelase others. When you remember what you have done, forgive yourself! Most important, you must say, "Never again."
Until today, you may not have realized that you had been invaded by body snatchers who have dismembered pieces and parts of your identity. Just for today, protect yourself! Be aware of the things you do that deminish and distort the sense of wholeness, worthiness, and your ability to make your own choices and decisions.
I lost a lot but learnt a lesson
I lost so much; but gained a blessing
I never knew the meaning of
living life with unconditional love
until i lost all that I knew
my dignity; yeah, I lost that too
but it was worth the lost I know
for finally, my soul did grow
I thought I was the shit for sure
My love was big; my heart was pure
but my judgments of my fellow man
left much for me to understand
Until I was put in their shoes
I went through life with undue dues
but in the time I spent so broken
I gave, I took; no voice unspoken
I turned the rock; I saw the worms
I sung, I laughed; I moaned, I squirmed
but God so bluntly let me know
I was far from ripe, I still needed to grow
I remembered lessons long forgotten
My soul matured and almost rottened
my spirit weary; close to hell
I sprint, I ran, I tumbled; fell
I looked contentment in her eyes
but spit at her in my demise
I walked away in search for more
A walk that left me kneeling on the floor
My mother told me oh so stern
that tables have a way to turn
she said, what goes up must come down
I laughed, I cried; I smiled; I frowned;
I gave so much I thought that I
could buy all blessings from the sky
but in my gifts there was arrogance
that left my soul without a dance
it wasn’t pure; it wasn’t real
How could God know; how could God Feel
Selfish ignorance, hidden in my demeanor
all that I gave was really for Cordie’s reason
But God so loved me even though
I guess, he was determined my soul would grow
She took me back to whence I came
He made me strong; he made me lame
He made me find what was within
inherently me from the beginning
I found real love deep in my heart
and with that grace; I made a start
I learned a few lessons I’d like to share
because I love; because I care
but first I’d like to make it clear
for your every smile; there is another’s tear
I wish I could let all men know
that problems come; and problems go
that much of what we cry at night
are what we conjure in the light
but sometimes it is just something
a happenstance; shit does happen
yet if we love life with out demands
we miraculously seem to understand . . .
we can better walk though the fire
We can sustain; not become so tired
we will look in our eyes and realize . . .
for our every want; there’s another’s desire
we will understand life for what it is
a constant balance of strong and passive
learn to live and let live
love just to love; give just to give
I’ve learned a lot; but still I yearn
there is so much I’ve yet to learn
I stand, I fall; I loose my mind . . .
I loose my sight; but I’m not totally blind
Nurture that love to continue life . . .
regardless if it’s peaceful or in strife
if we get it wrong; we’ must start again . . .
and begin the cycle like in the begining. . . again . . .
ashes to ashes; dust to dust . . .
in between there’s agony; joy; envy; lust;
happiness; sadness; madness; so many emotions. . yet we must . .
strive to seek pure love that lies so deep within
that sparked creation of all life in the beginning . .
~Written by CordieB.
Received this in my email today from The Daily Guru
Each of us has an ego with which our essential Identify is associated in space and time. But, this ego is not inherently evil or wicked. It is simply limited and, like any tool or a knife, it can serve a useful function, or it can cause great harm.
In its functional role, the ego allows us to walk and talk and hold down a job and pay our bills. In this sense, the ego and the sense of identity we hold about ourselves is like a coil with a bright light shining inside. The greater the illusion and the stronger the sense of false identity, the more tightly coiled the spring.
However, when we see through the illusion and the false sense of an independent and separate self, the coil begins to relax and open up, and the light of Essence shines through as Presence — naturally radiant, clear and bright.