Masculine Energy

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Masculine energy

Within mySelf

Seeking healing

In warmth

Surrounded

By the frosty cold

Of uncertainty

Masculine energy

Within mySelf

Seeking love

In the secret garden

Where judgement

Pruned

What was left

Masculine energy

Within mySelf

Seeking acceptance

In barren

Sacred space

Where the wild

Awakens fragilely.

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2016

 

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She Let Go

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She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.
She let go of the fear.
She let go of the judgments.
She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.
She let go of the committee of indecision within her.
She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons.
Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.
She didn’t ask anyone for advice.
She didn’t read a book on how to let go.
She didn’t search the scriptures.
She just let go.
She let go of all of the memories that held her back.
She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.
She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.
She didn’t promise to let go.
She didn’t journal about it.
She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer.
She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.
She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.
She just let go.
She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.
She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.
She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.
She didn’t call the prayer line.
She didn’t utter one word.
She just let go.
No one was around when it happened.
There was no applause or congratulations.
No one thanked her or praised her.
No one noticed a thing.
Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.
There was no effort.
There was no struggle.
It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.
It was what it was, and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, she let it all be.
A small smile came over her face.
A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone forevermore…

By Rev. Safire Rose

•photo found on Fall Notes

Release

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“By letting it go it all gets done.
The world is won by those who let it go.
But when you try and try.
The world is beyond the winning.”
– Lao Tzu

“Forgiveness is not always easy.
At times, it feels more painful
than the wound we suffered,
to forgive the one that inflicted it.
And yet, there is no peace without forgiveness.”
– Marianne Williamson

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“We have to let go of all blame, all attacking, all judging,
to free our inner selves to attract what we say we want.”
– Joe Vitale

“Honor your being,
Release each and every struggle,
Gather strength from life’s storms,
Relax into the arms of spirit.”
– Jonathan Lockwood Huie

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All I know is that I know nothing. I have to learn to open my heart every morning when I open my eyes. I have to learn to love everyday all over again. I have to learn to let go and forgive over and over. I have to learn to heal and breathe with each new day. I have to learn like this is the first day of my life. I have to learn how to use my wings so I can fly. I have to learn to trust my intuition. I have to learn self-compassion. I have to learn the strength of vulnerability. I have to learn the unbearable lightness of being.  The truth is that each day feels like a butterfly crawling out of it’s cocoon.

A  butterfly

Tenderly folded

It’s airy wings

A book of bones

Unbearable

Lightness of being?

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2016

I Will Never Die

undercurrents

Do I have the courage

To allow the undercurrents

Of pain to rise in my life

There is healing and then…

Something simple like 

The sound of a piano

Breaks me wide open

A stream of pain…

Running waters

Yet these are waters 

That can gurgle

With the mirth 

Of laughter

water death

But I am haunted by fear

Fear that these waters

Will begin to rage 

Flooding my existence

That I will be surged under

To my death

pines cradle the sky

Then I look to see 

How the tips of swaying pine

Cradle the sky with love

I remember how deep their roots 

Reach into the Earth

How she holds them to her bosom

I wonder…

I wonder whether this is my pain

Or the pain of my ancestors

I can still be grounded

Even when the waters are rising

I can allow this fear

To have as much space as it needs

To breathe

naked before my own eyes

I find that I can allow the pain 

To mingle with mistakes I have made

Over the years…

I can allow the pain to flow freely

I can unlearn behaviors that bring despair

I can let the underclothes of judgement fall

Once again I am naked and vulnerable

Before my own eyes

leaflets and buds

Again I breathe

This time the running waters

Aren’t undercurrents of pain

But a cleansing rain

Cascading down upon 

The leaflets and buds of my heart

Nurturing the spring within me

That will awaken new life

Delicate and tender

I am flower fresh

jutting granite

Inwardly, jutting granite speaks

Of the solid strength

That we all bear together

In state of Oneness

Running waters grow still

As they collect in a natural basin

Of Love…

Reflecting what is true

Until the sun and moon

Sing of boundless freedoms

Ever expanding…

through the clouds

I know that I have arrived home

I have my place in the cosmos

I will never die…

I will return again and again

To kiss the earth through the clouds.

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2015

*photos (in order of appearence) by:

Adam Taylor,

https://fstoppers.com/nature/photos-adam-taylor-captures-captivating-landscapes-5925

Brooke Shaden,

http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookeshaden/4916539764/

Luke Gram,

http://man-and-camera.com

Greta Tu,

http://www.gretatu.com/about-me

Droplets from Tumblr:

http://mariplopis.tumblr.com/post/29797090845

Alan Howell,

http://www.flickr.com/photos/ashcroft8/3128393783/

Silouhette of girl on swing from Tumblr:

http://valscrapbook.tumblr.com/post/23284163399

***this poem was inspired by a dear friend on Twitter @stillnesspeakin

Soul Fragrance

burning incense

Sacred offering

Rising up in wisps of smoke

Fragrance of the soul

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2015

“To let go means to give up coercing, resisting, or struggling, in exchange for something more powerful and wholesome which comes out of allowing things to be as they are without getting caught up in your attraction to or rejection of them, in the intrinsic stickiness of wanting, of liking and disliking the present moment” ― Jon Kabat-Zinn

*Photo found on Pinterest via http://www.pinterest.com/Francien2812/

Path of Healing

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Being forthright is a two way street

While questions of integrity rise up

In a fog of confusion and doubt

Unspoken accusations

Bathed in superiority

And dressed in superficiality

Join together with unclear intentions

To cross boundaries that still

Disregard a ‘no trespassing’ sign 

Opinions disguised as truth

Leave a void of pain

And misunderstanding

An absence of compassion

As for me I choose to continue

Down the path of healing

To connect with my essence

In acceptance and surrender.

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2014

Photo from:

http://inspirationlane.tumblr.com/post/29047399263

Judgement

When I first saw the words: “You’re beautiful, it’s society that’s f….. up.” painted onto a column I pass most days coming home, I had to smile. It was as if the cosmos had sent that message just for my eyes to see. Nothing else was written or painted onto it at the time. Now all kinds of things are written all over it. Perhaps it is an easy path to take, blaming society for giving us distorted judgements about ourselves, and no doubt we are somewhat conditioned by our external surroundings. But what about our internal space? I used to believe that no one had the right to pass judgement on another. It was taking the high road that made me feel justified in my thinking. However, I never really applied that thinking to myself. I feared judgement, but the irony was my worst critic turned out to be me, myself, and I. Society has dualistic peculiarities. There are factual elements, and concepts like virtue and mercy. It becomes a process of estimation. Which perception will merge with agreement or disagreement in the end?  Since I’m not a hermit or living in a cloister somewhere, I’ve had to learn to accept the reality that duality is a part of my external existence. And, unless I want to spend a large amount of time and energy being a rebel, society isn’t going to change anytime soon. Where does that all lead? Back to judging myself. Back to that internal space.

The street sign might read, “Proceed with caution!” This is when core essence, the soul guardian, should spring into action. When weighing if something is right or wrong, there is a need to be clear and wisely apply distinctions. This is where looking at the context of the situation becomes a scale for balance. Many experiences can distort the inner senses so that it feels like living in a waking dream. We forget who we are and where we are in our inner space.  Whatever decision is made in the end must be lived with and carried out as the truth. Otherwise, we must prepare to rebel against ourselves. Fighting the inner dualities, ambiguity, and the mind itself. Looking at a life situation requires looking at on-going circumstances. That is taking the step to be responsible for being human.

Walking down a spiritual path may raise our consciousness to a higher level, but it doesn’t necessarily exempt us from having to make judgements or decisions in our day to day lives. It becomes a sort of roleplay. We become both the supreme justice and accused. Perhaps taking this perspective, might help us to be more patient, gentle, and compassionate with ourselves so that in turn we can extend that same spirit towards others.Image