Unearthing bones
That were buried
In silence
By the ignorance
Of cold, distant minds
Through darkness
The wind rattles
Between gaps
Of light
Where the heart
Begins to beat
Flesh to life
The sacred dance
Of true love.
© Salem Islas-Madlo 2016
Blessed we are
to dance on this ground,
The rhythm of saints to carry the sound.
We hold a prayer for the earth,
for the ones yet to come,
‘May you walk in beauty and remember your song
Remember why you came here,
Remember your life is sacred.
~Peia Luzzi, lyrics from Blessed We Are
Illustration by Cinzia Bardelli
Heart flutterings
Of butterfly girl
Old soul eyes
As big as
The moon
A spirit
Dancing tenderly
With the Earth
To music
Born
From silence
An inner laughter
Of firefly stars
Breathing
In rivers
and
Breathing
Out oceans
She lives
In the
Gift of
Presence.
© Salem Islas-Madlo 2016
*more art of Cinzia Bardelli can be found at:
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
The clouds jutted upward like mountains from the flatland rolling at the horizon in shades of lavender, smokey-blue, and silver- white. Birches huddled together like naked ladies in the wind.
Gaea adorned herself in a soft-blue gown of billowing chiffon for the dance of new beginnings. Gifting mortals who have the power to look deeply with a glimpse of clarity.
The sun kissed her face of many colours. Nourishing her wounds and scars as well as her abundant bounty.
It is in her nature to be fiercely harsh and even destructive, yet she is also known to shield and nurture all of life. Thus, she weaves magic under hard, crusted furrows touched by winter’s frosty tears.
© Salem Islas-Madlo 2014
Dance of purity
Falling softly from on high
Winter shakes her lace
© S. Islas-Madlo 2014
*illustration by Richard Scarry
“Everyone falters. Everyone stumbles. Gather your courage and keep moving in the right direction. If you don’t know which way to go, close your eyes and follow your heart.”
-Margaret M. Painter-
…remembering my roots…being in my essence….
*scene from Street Dance 2 with Sofia Boutella
