Unearthing Bones

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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

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Walking Sacredly

Fire / European Salamander (Salamandra salamandra)

I AM all life

All life AM I

Fire walking 

With each step

Homewards.

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2016

“Let us move on, and step out boldly, though it be into the night, and we can scarcely see the way.”     ~Charles B Newcomb

“Move and the way will open.”     ~Zen Proverb

*photo by Alex Hyde, Alex Hyde Photography

Life Is Sacred

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Blessed we are
to dance on this ground,
The rhythm of saints to carry the sound.

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We hold a prayer for the earth,
for the ones yet to come,
‘May you walk in beauty and remember your song

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Remember why you came here,
Remember your life is sacred.

~Peia Luzzi, lyrics from Blessed We Are

Holding Life

light

Hunger pangs

Cravings

For connection

Reaching out 

To an inner light

Remembering

A heart

That beats 

Cherishing

The sacred

Essence of Self

Holding Life

In my hands

Breathing in

 Presence

Gently.

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2015

“If we don’t look at where we’re dishonest, harsh, unforgiving, disrespectful, greedy, domineering, and so on, then we cannot change that thing. If we just suppress our shadow, trying to disown it, then it exists as an unintegrated fractal of our personality. And we have no power over what we have not explored.”

– Marianne Williamson

holding life

“I’m going to tell you a secret: All things that breathe, that grow, that have a beat to their heart or flow to their cells, all things alive are connected. If you take the time to hold life, truly hold it in your hands, you can feel this connection.”

-Tyler Knott Gregson

*1st photo by Michael Luna

found on: http://journalofanobody.tumblr.com/post/66458740937

2nd photo found on buzzfeed:

http://www.buzzfeed.com/bennyjohnson/25-things-that-your-grandparents-do-better-than-you#.jmPzKa5Bg

Gently and Sacredly

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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

The Fog of Confusion

 

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The fog of confusion comes rolling in and hides all form….leaving the feeling of loss to flood the soul in overwhelming waves of doubt, sorrow, fear and despair. Scrambling to think…to search for answers…with nothing to hold onto….this is uncertainty. The fog of confusion comes rolling in and hides all form….leaving only questions….which way now?…how will I know?…when will I know?…why is this happening?…where am I?…how can this be?…what am I doing here?…what now?…what can I do? The fog of confusion comes rolling in and hides all form…leaving few choices. Stumbling, struggling, going back and forth…becoming lost. Resistance or Faith? Allowing the confusion to be…surrendering to the moment in acceptance and forgiveness…relinquishing the patterns of resistance, underneath the sorrow…coming to a sacred place into stillness…inner peace. The soul returns home. Suddenly the fog of confusion lifts. The firm, solid foundation of a mountain is revealed. Trust is reborn. The foundation of a mountain is the stronghold of depth in Divine Presence…the essence of Divine Love.

“Breathing in, I see myself as a mountain. Breathing out, I feel solid. Nothing can move or distract me. Mountain, solid.”

~Thich Nhat Hahn~ 

*photo from Pinterest via Kayleigh Furnell: http://www.pinterest.com/KayleighFurnell/