Autumn Haikus

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My heart lays down

With the grasses

Autumn rain

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Bearing down

Heavy with silence

Autumn sky

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Quenching thirst

Amongst petals

Autumn dawdler

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Infinite Design

winter web

Silken thread with lace

A life design spun with grace

Joy in commonplace.

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*photo by Coralie Mercier

http://www.flickr.com/photos/koalie/4429225149/

Gently and Sacredly

Hong Kong, China, 1998, final print_perugia

On the way to work earlier this week riding the train to the 2nd district of Vienna, an elderly man caught my attention. He wore an attire of black dress pants, a starched white, shirt with a blue-stripped tie and a tweed jacket as he sat by the window. The jacket hung loosely over his shoulders which he adjusted every once in awhile with trembling hands. There was a black winter coat neatly piled beside him on the train seat. A faraway look shone in his eyes through his metal-rimmed glasses.  He glanced in my direction when I entered the train, but looked straight through me.

In both hands he held some wooden beads, while his lips moved silently. The crease between his eyebrows grew deeper as he held the beads with one hand and with the other moved a finger methodically in circular motion over one bead at a time. And then onto the surface of his pointy finger of the opposite hand. Eventually, he put the beads away in the inner pocket of his jacket.

Momentarily he wrung his hands together and then adjusted his jacket once more. He pressed his lips together and took a long, deep breath. Afterwards, lightly placing his hands together at the fingertips holding them in a thoughtful pose.

Right before his stop he stood up and put his arms into his jacket and then donned his elegant winter coat.

It so happened that we were getting off at the same time. He was slightly confused as he stepped onto the platform. He needed a moment or two to orientate himself before disappearing into the shuffle.

It struck me how many people have a heart full of so many different things that we can’t possibly ever know.  We face each day in our fragility and try our best to get through life. Let’s keep our hearts open even in the midst of our vulnerabilities and be compassionate. First to ourselves and then to others. In patience, hold your essence gently and sacredly.

Be blessed this Christmas Day.

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2014

*photo by Steve McCurry, http://stevemccurry.com/galleries/faith-and-prayer

Tenderness…Ternura

 

I am thankful for the tenderness of my heritage which the ancestors have passed down to me. I honor the tenderness of their spirit. And the fragility that comes with it. An unending wealth of spiritual riches! It is my strength. Thank you ancestors for the abundance of my soul. We all have the same incredible capacity to love and heal each other. With each breath let’s live…

Live the breath.

Rough translation:

Estoy agradecido por la ternura de m herencia que los antepasados han transmitido a mi. Honro la ternura de su espíritu. Y la fragilidad que viene con el. Una riqueza inagotable de riquezas espirituales! Es mi fuerza. Gracias antepasados por la abundancia de mi alma. Todos tenemos la misma capacidad increíble de amar y sanar entre si. Con cada respiración vamos a vivir…

Vive la respiración! 

Eggshell Turquoise

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 A word…a feeling

Always peeling

Around and about

Beyond doubt

Sometimes reeling

Other times kneeling

Constantly breathing

In and out wreathing

A space of being

Open and freeing

Fluttering joys

Like eggshell turquoise.

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2014

*photo Found on freehomeschooladvice.com

Brittle Arms

“Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong.” ~A.E. Housman~ It has been my experience that through brittle fragility, I have consistently found the courage … Continue reading

Feeling Thin Threads

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Uncanny words mirrored
In missing glass shards
Spilling forth as droplets
Of fragile strength
Struggling inbetween
Mind and heart
Holding enough love
To answer questions
And fill in the spaces
Being there beneath
Without a plan;smiling,
Dancing with wolves
Rolling in belly laughter
Hemisphere smoke signals
Soul light, spirit flight
Upon breathe of song
Giving birth to sounds
Where there is no book
Of melody and harmony
Rising with the dawn
Where no box of crayons
Have such colours
Yet somehow with you
They can be
Heard and seen
Rising to divine heights
Of infinity.

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2013

Imagephoto taken from: http://imgfave.com/view/2637314?c=10448