gorgeous sunrisePhoto by Matt Molloy,

It has to be

Beyond the world

Beyond death

Beyond eternity

Beyond human perception

For you and I

To be spirits

Free to begin.


Yet life is given

To us both

Love’s presence

Bursting into flames

Let us be there,


For we, light of the earth

Are not consumed.


What has been

Is made new

What can be

Beyond this world

Beyond death

Beyond eternity

Beyond human perception

Will be.


© Salem Islas-Madlo 2007

dedicated to: Whispering Wolf


Sieving through Life

Imagephoto found on Stuart Limbrick’s pinterest board: 

A coarse sieve catches little.

A fine mesh catches more.

If you want the subtle, be refined,

But prepare to deal with the coarse.

The irony of spiritual living is that you become more sensitive and more subtle. Therefore, you become intolerant of the coarse. There is not much choice in this. If you want to catch the subtle things in life, then you must become refined yourself. But the coarser things will then accumulate all the more quickly. A coarse sieve in a rushing stream will hold back only debris and large rocks. A fine mesh will catch smaller things, but it will also retain the large. 

Some people attempt to cope with this by becoming multilayered. They set up a series of screens to their personalities, from the coarse to the subtle so that they can deal with all that life has to offer. This is quite laudable from an ordinary point of view, but from the point of view of Tao, it is a great deal of bother. 

What do we do? If we remain coarse, then only the coarse comes to us. If we become subtle, then we gain the refined but are plagued with the coarse as well. If we become multilayered, then we create a complexity that isolates us from Tao.

The solution lies in floating on the current of Tao, uniting with it. That way we no longer seek to hold or to reject. 

~Deng Ming-Dao~

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Impulsive Being

ImageMr. Trumpeter thinking to himself, “Check her out with the camera! I’ve got something to show her!”

Image“Anybody lookin’?”

Image“Ok, here it goes!”

Image“Ooo eee, Baby!”

Image“Oh, my goodness! I can’t believe I just did that!”

Image“I’m never gonna live this down!”

Image“Please go away!”

“There are things you do sometimes, actions that you take by obeying sudden impulses, without stopping for even a fraction of a second to think, and then you spend the rest of your life either lamenting it or thanking yourself for it. They are rare, unique, and perfect moments.”
-Irene Gonzalez Frei-

Learning to Swing

Imagephoto by viking_79 on Flickr

It’s okay

Let the tears

Run down

Your cheeks

You will breathe

In deeply

And out slowly

You will love

Being with yourself

As you whisper

To the trees

Laugh with the sky

And swing high


A divinely, carefree 

Little girl

Learning to go

Back and forth

Alone with freedom

For the first time.

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2013




Image*The Night Sky, a Ladybird Book, published in 1965 with illustrations by Robert Ayton.

Dearest Souldivers, wishing you all a peaceful and restful sleep. Leaving you with the lullaby I sing to my children. Good night.

Stuck in a Rut?

Feelin’ a bit stuck….



















“Sometimes following your path means: getting lost, being stuck, going backwards, forging ahead, blazing your own trail, and eventually making your way home.” ~Zella~

*Photos were taken from google images and pinterest using the words ‘stuck’ and the phrase ‘stuck in a rut.’

Autumn Fog/ La Niebla de Otoño

ImageThe vague fog flows from the sea toward the streets

like the steam-breath of cattle buried in the cold,

and long tongues of water gather, covering the month

that our lives had been promised would be heavenly.

Del mar hacia las calles corre la vaga niebla

como el vapor de un buey enterrado en el frio,

y largas lenguas de agua se acumulan cubriendo

el mes que a nuestras vidas prometió ser celeste.


Autumn on the march, whistling honeycomb of leaves,

when your standards fly over our towns

crazy women sing good-bye to the rivers,

horses whinny toward Patagonia.

Adelanto otoño, panal silbante de hojas,

cuando sobre los pueblos palpita to estandarte

cantan mujeres locas despidiendo a los rios,

los caballos relinchan hacia la Patagonia.


On your face is an evening vine,

climbing silently, that love lifts

up toward the crackling horseshoes of the sky.

Hay una enredadera vespertina en tu rostro

que crece silenciosa por el amor llevada

hasta las herraduras crepitantes del cielo.


I bend toward the fire  of your nocturnal body, and I love

not only your breasts but autumn, too, as it spreads

its ultramarine blood through the fog.

Me inclino sobre el fuego de tu cuerpo nocturno

y no solo tus senos amo sino el otoño 

que esparce por la niebla su sangre ultramarina.

~Pablo Neruda~




Naturally curving outward

Playing in watery light

Splashing in between

A dark submerging night

Inwardly curving deeper

Without taking flight

Nakedly crossing over

In wet, rippling might.

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2011

artist: Ruud Van Empel


Be Your True Self

“We think sometimes we’re only drawn to the good, but we’re actually drawn to the authentic. We like people who are real more than those who hide their true selves under layers of artificial niceties” ― Elisabeth Kübler-Ross, Life Lessons: … Continue reading