Looking in the Mirror

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

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Emotionally Needy

This is my submission to g-man and his weekly fab friday flash 55

boom op blauw ~  jennifer eeuwijk  - © All rights reserved.
boom op blauw ~ jennifer eeuwijk – © All rights reserved.

Be mindful of the emotionally needy…

These individuals will drain your joy; wreck your soul…

Stay cognizant of the emotionally greedy…

Who require grand accolades and attention to feel whole

Not realizing that wholeness is found within…

Not realizing the world does not revolve around them…

Not realizing you can’t actually put them together again….

~Written by CordieB.

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Quote for the Day….

All the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t put humpty dumpty back together again…yet his Creator could make him like brand new!   Humpty just needed to want and believe it! 

~CordieB with inspiration from Mother Goose

The Rock Cries Out to Us Today

©2007-2008 =alexiuss

In light of the upcoming election, the tensions of race, political, religion, sexuality and other issues that we allow to separate us; often destroy us — and after reading Paisley’s poem, fuerzas irresistibles , that reminded me of this one today, I simply had to share . . . . Both poems challenge us to look beyond our egos, prejustices, and other differences, look towards the rock, the river, the tree . . . oh how they must cry today; how sad they must be . . . .

A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Mark the mastodon.
The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.
I will give you no hiding place down here.
You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness,
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance.
Your mouths spelling words
Armed for slaughter.
The rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
But do not hide your face.
Across the wall of the world,
A river sings a beautiful song,
Come rest here by my side.
Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more.
Come, clad in peace and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I
And the tree and stone were one.
Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your brow
And when you yet knew you still knew nothing.
The river sings and sings on.
There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing river and the wise rock.
So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew,
The African and Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek,
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the teacher.
They hear. They all hear
The speaking of the tree.
Today, the first and last of every tree
Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the river.
Plant yourself beside me, here beside the river.
Each of you, descendant of some passed on
Traveller, has been paid for.
You, who gave me my first name,
You Pawnee, Apache and Seneca,
You Cherokee Nation, who rested with me,
Then forced on bloody feet,
Left me to the employment of other seekers–
Desperate for gain, starving for gold.
You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot…
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru,
Bought, sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.
Here, root yourselves beside me.
I am the tree planted by the river,
Which will not be moved.
I, the rock, I the river, I the tree
I am yours–your passages have been paid.
Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.
History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced with courage,
Need not be lived again.
Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.
Give birth again
To the dream.
Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.
Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts.
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.
Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
To brutishness.
The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me,
The rock, the river, the tree, your country.
No less to Midas than the mendicant.
No less to you now than the mastodon then.
Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister’s eyes,
Into your brother’s face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning.
~Maya Angelou

 
 
 
 

 

If


My Son Sam – It’s Wonderful When Boys can Be Boys

I read the following poem on Sue Ann Edward’s, Always Embraces Always blog a few days ago, and I feel compelled to share it as well.  I hope it enlightens you as it has me.

If
by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But can make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by the waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk to wise:

If you can dream – and not make the dream your master
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can walk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch
If neither foes nor friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!

A Spiritual Riddle—I have discovered a treasure; which is that if I join my brother, if we all consider ourselves as being the same, we can make a better world.

By Healing Quotes. 

I was born in a small world but my work is big. You may not be able to see or don’t want to see it. You think that you are big, strong and powerful. But you don’t raise not even a sheet of paper, compared to me.

Perhaps, you don’t appreciate me but I can teach you about having goals and working as a team. You may think that I am nothing at all, but my small feet have walked more than yours. I have climbed more mountains and what is most important: I have discovered a treasure; which is that if I join my brother, if we all consider ourselves as being the same, we can make a better world.   You can truly learn from me.

>Who am I ? 
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Tell Him I Love Him – Written by the highly favored spiritual lady, Lauryn Hill

Let me be patient
Let me be kind
Make me unselfish
without being blind


though i may suffer
I’ll envith not
and endure what comes
cause He’s all that i got


and tell him

tell him i need
tell him i love him and it’ll be all right
tell him i need him
tell him i love him
it’ll be alright


now i may have faith to make mountains fall
But if i lack love then i have nothing at all
i can give away everything i possess
but left without i love then i have no happiness


i know i’m imperfect, and not without sin
but now that i’m older all childish things end.

i’ll never be jealous and i won’t be too proud
cause love is not boastful …oh and love is not loud


tell him need him
tell him i love him
everything is gonna be alright


Now i may have wisdom and knowledge on earth
but if i speak wrong then what is it worth
see what we now know is nothing compared
to love we were shown when our lives were spared

and tell him

tell him i need
tell him i love him and it’ll be all right
tell him i need him
tell him i love him
it’ll be alright


and tell him
tell him i need him
tell him i love him