a cooking pot and twisted tales
Thoughts and Tales…A Lifestyle Blog with a Zing.
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When our minds are fixed on knowledge that is redundant and has gotten us nowhere, we leave no room to expand our minds or understanding.
We don’t know it all. We can never know it all.
For us to learn more than we know, we may have to throw away other preconceived and empty notions that occupy space in our lives.
Even our minds deserve a detox.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
“Every one of us is, in the cosmic perspective, precious. If a human disagrees with you, let him live. In a hundred billion galaxies, you will not find another.” Carl Sagan
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#We are all wonderfully made.
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Dearly beloved,
We are gathered here…
And the rest of the word floated…
…Over my head
The thrum of blood in my veins slowed down to a sludge,
My heartbeats changing it’s tandem,
So as to echo yours,
A splash of fruity yet full bodied wine into the glinting flutes,
The clinking of cheers at the tips,
We imbibed our first sips,
Now bound together at the hips.
My eyes beheld and clung to yours,
In deep search for the echo of my thoughts.
In there a mirror of myself, I found,
Caught up in the warmth of your iris.
Days have come and gone,
The years have rolled on by,
Yet every time I gaze into those eyes,
They have stayed the same.
With the mirror of me,
Held in the warmth of your iris.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Writing 101, Day 7 Beloved
There’s always room for more poetry about love — and @vijayasundaram2015‘s prompt, Beloved, invites you to take a fresh stab at a timeless topic.
”Thank you Vijaya”
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Praise gives us lots of Grace.
Some boundless strength to run the Race.
So, let’s keep up the Pace,
Voices we lift, as we increase the Base.
♥
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord! Psalm 150:6
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Dear Lord,
May our aching hearts find healing in your presence.
May we rise against the hurt and the destruction,
Which pervades our society today,
So that we can reach for the silver linings hiding in dark clouds.
Grant our minds a sublime state of being,
Where negative spirits of hatred, of distrust,
of aggression and its virulent forces cannot find root.
Let your peace that brings tranquility reign in our lives,
As you cast your shadow of protection over us.
May those who dwell in the secret place of the Most High God
Abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
Amen.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Please just take a moment and listen to the Jim Reeves below. Thank you.
The winds whispered and then they howled,
The thunder clapped and began to roar,
The lightning danced, throwing fire darts in mad glee,
The Earth rumbled in the quake,
It’s groaning and shivering,
A disheartened statement from deep tectonic plates.
We thought that all would be rendered asunder…..
…..But then came The voice and whispered into the ravaged Earth,
Dripping red with blood,
Peace! Be still!
……and the Earth stood still.
May the peace that transcends common understanding,
Be your portion today and always.
PEACE!!
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
The Daily Post prompt Victory
Forget the sad times. This week, it’s all about reveling in a win.
Empty my thoughts,
that I may feel the wondrous touch of your love,
In deep recesses that no light has seen;
♥
Expose my heart,
that I may understand your words,
through every conscious awakened pore of each moment;
♥
Unveil my inner eyes,
that its lifted sheen may behold,
the brilliant raw beauty exposed in its true nakedness;
♥
Unfold my wavelengths,
that my naked ears may become
attuned to the mysterious calls stirring from the deep;
♥
Pour me out,
that my uncovered lips may enthrall
with language only made known through exquisite expressions;
♥
Lay me bare,
that I may be denuded,
unmasked before your eyes,
naked, unafraid and not ashamed,
when you call me by name.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Yin to My Yang.”
There are no perfect relationships! They all require some modicum of work!
Some relationships are fantastic, some are marginally okay whilst some are an absolute lesson in “who not to be with” and probably meant to be tossed into the garbage can.
The term soul mate is a misleading concept that hints at perfectionism, which is not a word that can be ascribed to any human.
We all are works-in-progress, who spend a better part of our lives trying to figure out who we are and this process cascades down to everything that concerns our lives. ”There is always room for improvement.”
That said, The Yin and The Yang of soul-mating, are those parts in our relationships that keep chipping at each other, until their rough surfaces are smooth enough for the jigsaw puzzle of our characters to blend in seamlessly, or, alternatively, they chaff at each others bits until the edges are so jagged and worn out that ”would be” Soul mates become Stab mates.
It’s a reciprocated effort.
Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
He gave us eyes, that we might behold the splendor of his creativity; That we might see each other beyond the peripheries of physical vision. Sometimes we look, but we do not really see.
He gave us mouth that we may praise him; That we may give voice to the thoughts of our hearts; That we may speak words that bring life, succor, strength; That we may speak words that edify.
He gave us ears that we may listen and understand; That we may hear and filter through the turbulence of life; That we may hear his voice whisper in our hearts, through the sights and sounds of the beauty that surrounds us.
He gave us heart that we may feel; That we may have a depth of emotions that understands, that loves, that empathizes, that endures. A heart that can be faithful, courageous and kind. May our hearts not harden that we lose every sense of love, of joy, of peace, of empathy and reason.
He gave us brain that we may reason with wisdom and understanding; That we may use the abundance of talents to his glory;That we may gain and disseminate productive knowledge.
He gave us hands that they be busy and not idle; That they are productive and profitable; That they are helping hands to raise up, to mold and not to push down.
He gave us legs that we may walk tall in Faith, Grace, Hope and Dignity; That we may stand tall in the face of adversity; That we may flee from dangers and issues that lead to destruction.
He gave us a fully functional body, in his image and likeness and for His Glory.
Today, I stand tall and proclaim that I am/You are/We are masterpieces of the ultimate craftsman; and nobody can tell me differently.
God gave me everything….
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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