The Bedhead Club



I will talk in my sleep.

I still dream.

How can there be perfect stillness

When my brain’s so noisy?

We carry on a constant dialogue within ourselves. This is the origin of our problems.

The very word dialogue means talking between two sides. We could not have an inner dialogue unless there was a split in our minds. We all have two sides; as long as they are not united, we cannot attain the wholeness that spirituality requires.

Even with years of self-cultivation, it is not easy to tame the wild mind. One might appear to have attained perfect control in all waking situations, only to find endless turbulence during meditation and sleep. This is a sign of incomplete attainment. Perfection must be total.

The process of perfection is long and must be methodical. Although our efforts must be to the utmost, we must never risk repressing ourselves. Indeed, rather than shutting away the unpleasant or unruly  aspects of ourselves, we must take them all out and examine them. Daily introspection brings harmony to all our facets. Those aspects that are bad can be dissolved. Those that are of advantage can be cultivated. This effort will take many years, but in this gradual way, we resolve ourselves with our subconscious mind and free ourselves from struggle and conflict.

-Deng Ming-Dao, Tao Daily Meditations

photo by: Lorenzo Montezemolo at El+Mo+Fo+To @ Flickr, website:

title inspired by Lorenzo’s photo title: Morning Meeting of the Bedhead Club

A Threat to My Computer

I have had my fill with technology today!

This evening I have been working on a translation…a very tedious process. But to make it worse my computer was going completely bonkers. My keyboard got stuck with every other letter. This old dinosaur decided that it needed to save my document every other sentence and then it would just freeze up entirely so that I had to keep rebooting it! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Therefore, I have threatened to send it to the computer graveyard…


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But then my computer showed me this picture… COMPUTER ZOMBIE!!!


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And now for a peace offering:


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Like the Rain Does

“There’s a child who never sleeps in my old town. She looks around her with empty eyes that never cry.
Her mother never held her..
– Like the wind does.
And her father never loved her..
– Like the rain does..
– Like the rain does..

Her legs run through mountains at dusk. And the grass knows exactly her body when she lies and falls asleep.
And when she lies and falls asleep the clouds won’t go away. They stay staring at her closed pupils..
– Like the rain does..

I never had the wonderful opportunity to meet her.
But her smile was always telling me that we already know each other..
-Like the rain does..

I never saw her again since I left town. Somebody told me that she finally got wings and flies..
– Like the wind does.”

Artist: Emmy Curl

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A Play on Words


Since I can remember
It’s been a play on words
From my lips to yours or theirs
Language leaving legends
Letters strung together
Bringing life,light,loneliness,love
Madness or magic


On the minds of men like memory
Riding on trains of time
Ricocheting echoes of voices
Haunting sleepy solitudes
Or gurgling laughter 
Rolling into heroic oceans of humor

Ghosts of mother’s happy guilt
To father’s fairytale fame
Recalling this play on words
Of doubtful dreams
Drinking and driving
Into our consciousness.  

© 2009 Salem Islas-Madlo

Fractured Fairytale


She breaks again and again

There’s been so much

Love gone wrong

To look at her

Is to see through

To transparency

That’s the goal, isn’t it?

Who’s to know 

Who’s to care

Either way…she’s broken

Not like Humpty Dumpty

No King’s horses

No King’s men

Can put her back

Together again

There’s no fairy godmother

Or knight in shining armor

Who can save her 

From herself

There is no prince 

Who can love all her pieces

She is only…

A fractured fairytale

With verbs, nouns, pronouns,

Adjectives, adverbs, prepositions

Conjunctions and interjections

Parts of speech

Leaving empty blanks

In her madlib life


She plays no role 

Of a sleeping princess

Waiting for love’s first kiss

Or the damsel in distress

There’s none to damn her

Like the evil stepmother

Or the wicked witch

To think of superlatives

Well, she isn’t the fairest 

In the land

Her life’s story 

Is a fractured fairytale

All she has to do 

Is fill in the blanks

If she wants to be creative

She just might change

How it will end.

© 2010 Salem Islas-Madlo


“Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.” 

-Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

Liquid Light

Rainbow waves Chakra currents Opening portals To inside out Realms that bridge Presence and permanence For infinity’s child, The Rainbow Warrior. © 2012 Salem Islas-Madlo Rainbows are a natural phenomenon that are indicators of bright health. When I wrote this … Continue reading

Rainbow Warriors

When the earth is ravaged and the animals are dying, a new tribe of people shall come unto the earth from many colors, classes, creeds, and who by their actions and deeds shall make the earth green again. They will be known as the Warriors of the Rainbow and will put its faith in actions not words — Old Native American Prophecy

Rainbow Warriors are people from all walks of life who care about the future of all living things and have an interest in developing a deeper connection to the web of life itself.

Great leaders, Warriors and Shamans of many nations will be born and they will cleanse the earth for rebirth. Next will come the Planters sowing seeds of truth, justice and freedom. The Storytellers, Warriors and Planters will live in the way of the Great Spirit and teach ways to keep Mother of the Ground sacred forevermore. They will be called Rainbow Warriors for they will gather the four sacred directions, all distinctly separate but forever connected in the Circle of Life. ~ Lee Standing Bear Moore, Manataka American Indian Council ~