The Intervals In-between

bird chirping

Bird chirp, vanguard for coming rain,

Dog skitters through twilight village.

Smoke raises a column through the pines,

Contented families dine in golden windows.

Life’s pulse is gauged in the hollows, the intervals between events. If you want to see Tao, you must discern these spaces. This requires leisure, the chance to sit and contemplate, and the opportunity to respond to inner urgings.

If you can find a place to retreat, you can make a life where Tao will flood into you. Out in the woods, or in the mountains, or even in small villages where the times are slow paced and the people sensitive to nature, there is the possibility of knowing the deep and the profound. Only when you have the time to accumulate an unshakable belief and faith can you glimpse the Tao in which there is restfulness and a natural sense of what is right.

-Deng Ming-Dao

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*1st photo by John MacTavish on Flickr

https://www.flickr.com/photos/14975207@N07/1694470221/

*2nd photo found on http://natalienet.tumblr.com/post/13156864629

**This post is dedicate to two very special people in the twitter community:

@SusieAreYouOk and @lintychim

The Willingness to Look

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Dandelion dreams

Walking home along the path

In step with the wind

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2015

“Honesty without kindness, humor, and goodheartedness can be just mean. From the very beginning to the very end, pointing to our own hearts to discover what is true isn’t just a matter of honesty but also of compassion and respect for what we see. Learning how to be kind to ourselves, learning how to respect ourselves, is important. The reason why is that, fundamentally, when we look into our own hearts and begin to discover what is confused and what is brilliant, what is bitter and what is sweet, it isn’t just ourselves that we’re discovering. We’re discovering the universe.”

-Pema Chödrön

Earth Aroma

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Grasses bending low

To hear rain telling secrets

The Earth murmurs back

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2015

One Blink Away

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What is the story?

A sigh of resignation

As opposed to love

Rather not knowing

Waiting for the wind to tell

White chestnut blossoms

To dance with watery light

Before the heart falls asleep

© 2015 Salem Islas-Madlo

“WE ALREADY HAVE everything we need. There is no need for self-improvement. All these trips that we lay on ourselves—the heavy-duty fearing that we’re bad and hoping that we’re good, the identities that we so dearly cling to, the rage, the jealousy and the addictions of all kinds—never touch our basic wealth. They are like clouds that temporarily block the sun. But all the time our warmth and brilliance are right here. This is who we really are. We are one blink of an eye away from being fully awake.”
― Pema Chödrön

Heart Whispers

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Bumble bee humming

Amidst the Forget-me-nots

My heart whispering

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2015

The Best Teacher: Die Besten Lehrer

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Suffering, loneliness

Are the best guides,

To seek out beauty and joy

Wherever you can find.

One kind word 

Creates a symphony-like sound

Can bring tears of gratitude abound,

One is speechless, overcome with joy,

That is what one kind word can do. 

Some of us who have been deprived

Of gentleness in our early lives

Are aware of the power 

That compassion ca bring forth

And practice it often times.

By Greta Elbogen

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Leiden, Einsamkeit

sind die besten Losten

im Streben nach Schönheit und Freude,

wo immer sie zu finden sind.

Ein freundliches Wort nur

erklingt wie eine Symphonie,

ruft Tränen unendlicher Dankbarkeit hervor.

Man ist sprachlos, von Freude überwältigt.

Was ein freundliches Wort bewirken kann!

Einige von uns, die wir

in unserem früheren Leben

die Güte entbehrten

wissen um die Kraft des Mitgefühls

und üben uns oft darin.

Von Greta Elbogen

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*This post is dedicated to Greta Elbogen, a bright and beautiful firecracker, whom I met at Plum Village in 2013. She has just published a book of poetry called God Plays Hide And Seek (simply wonderful…I had the privilege of hearing her give a reading in Vienna)….this is a poem from her publication

And it is dedicated to Martina Huber who opened up her heart to me in a personal letter inspiring me with fresh purpose at a time when I felt like my words and poetry weren’t going anywhere.

Thank you ladies for the kind words you have shared with me and for bringing joy and renewal to my life. Love and peace to you all.

Certeza…Certainty

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Si es real la luz blanca
de esta lámpara, real
la mano que escribe, ¿son reales
los ojos que miran lo escrito?

De una palabra a la otra
lo que digo se desvanece.
Yo sé que estoy vivo
entre dos paréntesis.

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If it is real the white

light from this lamp, real

the writing hand, are they

real, the eyes looking at what I write?

From one word to the other

what I say vanishes.

I know that I am alive

between two parentheses.

by: Octavio Paz

 *art from http://reading-is-fun.tumblr.com/post/2055342927