Soon We’ll Be Found

Performed by Sia

Lyrics:
Come along it is the break of day
Surely now, you’ll have some things to say
It’s not the time for telling tales on me

So come along, it wont be long
‘Til we return happy
Shut your eyes, there are no lies
In this world we call sleep
Let’s desert this day of hurt
Tomorrow we’ll be free

Let’s not fight I’m tired can’t we just sleep tonight
Turn away it’s just there’s nothing left here to say
Turn around I know we’re lost but soon we’ll be found

Well it’s been rough but we’ll be just fine
Work it out yeah we’ll survive
You mustn’t let a few bad times dictate

So come along, it wont be long
‘Til we return happy
Shut your eyes, there are no lies
In this world we call sleep
Let’s desert this day of hurt
Tomorrow we’ll be free

Let’s not fight I’m tired can’t we just sleep tonight
Turn away it’s just there’s nothing left here to say
Turn around I know we’re lost but soon we’ll be found

Dudley’s Song

“I believe much trouble and blood would be saved if we opened our hearts more.”
― Chief Joseph―

Another Play Into Another Day

Performed by: Emiliana Torrini

“Birds”

Lyrics:
Let’s stay awake
And listen to the dark
Before the birds
Before they all wake up

It’s the ending of a play
And soon begins another
Hear the leaves applaud the wind

uuuuuu

See the sun come rising
And white winds start to fly
Like strings of pearls
In the fiery sky

I don’t want to close my eyes
Don’t want to leave the stage now
Hear, the leaves applaud our stay

uuuuuu

Lend me your wings
And teach me how to fly
Show me when it rains
The place you go to hide

N’ the curtains draw again
N’ bow another day and
the leaves applaud the wind

uuuuuu
uuuuuu

Skeleton Woman

ImageShe had done something of which her father disapproved, although no one any longer remembered what it was. But her father had dragged her to the cliffs and thrown her over and into the sea. There, the fish ate her flesh away and plucked out her eyes. As she lay under the sea, her skeleton turned over and over in the currents.

One day a fisherman came fishing, well, in truth many came to this bay once. But this fisherman had drifted far from his home place, and did not know that the local fisherman stayed away, saying this inlet was haunted.

The fisherman’s hook drifted down through the water, and caught, of all places, in the bones of Skeleton Woman’s rib cage. The fisherman thought, “Oh, now I’ve really got a big one! Now I really have one!” In his mind he was thinking of how many people this great fish would feed, how long it would last, how long he might be free from the chore of hunting. And as he struggled with this great weight on the end of his hook, the sea was stirred to a thrashing froth, and his kayak bucked and shook, for she who was beneath struggled to disentangle herself. And the more she struggled, the more she tangled in the line. No matter what she did, she was inexorably dragged upward, tugged up by the bones of her own ribs.

The hunter had turned to scoop up his net, so he did not see her bald head rise above the waves, he did not see the little coral creatures glinting in the orbs of her skull, he did not see the crustaceans on her old ivory teeth. When he turned back with his net, her entire body, such as it was, had come to the surface and was hanging from the tip of his kayak by her long front teeth.

“Agh!” cried the man, and his heart fell into his knees, his eyes hid in terror on the back of his head, and his ears blazed bright red. “Agh!” he screamed, and knocked her off the prow with his oar and began paddling like a demon toward the shoreline. And not realizing she was tangled in his line, he was frightened all the more for she appeared to stand upon her toes while chasing him all the way to shore. No matter which way he zigged his kayak, she stayed right behind, and her breath rolled over the water in clouds of steam, and her arms flailed out as though to snatch him down into the depths.

“Aggggggggghhh!” he wailed as he ran aground. In one leap he was out of his kayak, clutching his fishing stick and running, and the coral-white corpse of Skeleton Woman, still snagged in the fishing line, bumpety-bumped behind right after him. Over the rocks he ran, and she followed. Over the frozen tundra he ran and she kept right up. Over the meat laid out to dry he ran, cracking it to pieces as his mukluks bore down.

Throughout it all she kept right up, in fact grabbed some of the frozen fish as she was dragged behind. The she began to eat, for she had not gorged in a long, long time. Finally, the man reached his snowhouse and dove right into the tunnel and on hands and knees scrabbled his way into the interior. Panting and sobbing he lay there in the dark, his heart a drum, a mighty drum. Safe at last, oh so safe, yes safe, thank the Gods, Raven, yes thank Raven, yes and all-bountiful Sedna, safe…at…last.

Imagine when he lit his whale oil lamp, there she —it—lay in a tumble upon his snow floor, one heel over her shoulder, one knee inside her rib cage, one foot over her elbow. He could not say later what it was, perhaps the firelight softened her features, or the fact that he was a lonely man. But a feeling of some kindness came into his breathing , and slowly he reached out his grimy hands and, using words softly like a mother to a child, began to untangle her from the fishing line.

“Oh, na, na, na.” First he untangled the toes, then the ankles, “Oh, na, na, na.” On and on he worked into the night, until dressing her in furs to keep her warm, Skeleton Woman’s bones were all in the order a human’s should be.

He felt into his leather cuffs for his flint, and used some of his hair to light a little more fire. He gazed at her from time to time as he oiled the precious wood of his fishing stick and rewound the gut line. And she in the furs uttered not a word—she did not dare—lest this hunter take her out and throw her down the rocks and break her bones to pieces utterly.

The man became drowsy, slid under his sleeping skins, and soon was dreaming. And sometimes as humans sleep, you know, a tear escapes from the dreamer’s eye; we never know what sort of dream causes this, but we know it is either a dream of sadness or longing. And this is what happened to the man.

The Skeleton Woman saw the tear glisten in the firelight, ans she became suddenly sooooo thirsty. She tinkled and clanked and crawled over to the sleeping man and put her mouth to his tear. The single tear was like a river and she drank and drank until her many-years-long thirst was slaked.

Then, while lying beside him, she reached inside the sleeping man and took out his heart, the mighty drum. She sat up and banged on both sides of it: Bom, Bomm!….Bom, Bomm!

As she drummed, she began to sing out “Flesh, flesh, flesh! Flesh, flesh, flesh!” And the more she sang, the more her body filled out with flesh. She sang for hair and good eyes and nice fat hands. She sang the divide between her legs, and breasts long enough to wrap for warmth, and all the things a woman needs.

And when she was done, she also sang the sleeping man’s clothes off and crept into his bed with him, skin to skin. She returned the great drum, his heart, to his body, and that is how they awakened, wrapped one around the other, tangled from their night together, in another way now, a good and lasting way.

The people who cannot remember how she came to her first ill-fortune say she and the fisherman went away and were consistently well fed by the creatures she had known in her life underwater. The people say that it is true and that is all they know.

~Clarissa Pinkola Estes~

*photo found on Pinterest via Luis Daniel Garza Fragoso

A Word and Song

ImageOne word

Humble as a bird

Hopping along

To a simple song

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2014

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The Universal Embrace

These four parts of Deva Premal’s album Embrace were part my meditation this morning.

The 1st: Shree Ram Jai Ram

Shree Ram Jai Ram
Jai Jai Ram Om

Glory to Ram
the all pervading being,
and the Goddess Lakshmi,
the mother of abundance.

“An alternative translation of this famous mantra is simply, ‘Thy will be done.’ which is another way of acknowledging the Universal Embrace. It seems to me that the biggest learning in life is the realisation of the absolute perfection of Existence. Everything is as it should be…how could we ever doubt it? I sing this to honour a life of blissful surrender and trust; to that which is…” ~ Deva Premal~

The 2nd: Shante Prashante

Shante Prashante
Sarva Bhaya
Upasha Mani Swaha

Invoking supreme peace I surrender
the quality of fear to its source in
the higher and formless universal
mind. Salutations.

“Since fear seems to be my main obstacle to absolute freedom, this is an important mantra for me. What I love about Shante Prashante is that it values fear as a quality, something which can be a great transforming force. We are actually blessed by those ‘undesirable’ qualities in us, because they point the way to liberation.” ~Deva Premal~

The 3rd: Rang De

Rang de, Rang de, Range de
Jai ma rang de, rang de
Satya-prakashake hei
bhranti-vinashake hei
satchidanande to hei
aisa hamko rang de

Rang de, rang de, range de
jai ma rang me, rang de
niremale mane kare de
prem-atule kare de
prem ka sagare tu hei
aisa hamko rang de

Rang de, rang de, range de
osho rang me, rang de

You are the one who enlightens the truth.
You are the one who destroys the illusions.
You are truth, consciousness and bliss,
colour me, colour me, great mother,
colour me likewise.

Colour me, colour me, great mother,
colour me likewise

Please purify our consciousness.
Please fill us with love.
You are the ocean of love, please
colour me likewise.

“Miten always loved the piece, and when he played it for me during the recording of Embrace., I was uplifted by the exuberance and charm of the song….I hope it lifts your spirits, as it does mine.” ~Deva Premal~

The 4th: Teyata

Teyata om bekanze bekanze
maha bekanze radza samudgate soha

It is like this.
Medicine Buddha, you are the King,
the Supreme Healer. Please remove illness,
illness and the great illness.
Now I offer this prayer.

“Teyata carries the healing quality of great prayer. Illness can be understood on all three levels: physical, psychological, and mental. The great illness manifests as the illusion of duality, the root cause of our suffering. The Medicine Buddha is invoked with this mantra, and blesses us immediately with Divine Presence. I also love that this mantra concludes with ‘soha’ which means, ‘Now I offer this prayer. I have asked, and I am ready to surrender to whatever needs to happen.” ~Deva Premal~

More than an Email Postbox

Imagephoto by Babak Tafreshi

It was more than that…

It was a heart

A multitude of colours

It was a song

A familiar knowing…

It was a smile shared

A sense of longing

That was no longer longed for,

Yet still longing

It was a lifetime of missing,

Yet knowing it was there

It was a universe of surprises

All the while trusting

The divine timing

It was more 

Than just an in-box

And a note…

It was love finding it’s home.

© W. Wolf 2014

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

 

It’s Easy Until…

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It’s easy to heed

The world falling on her face

To stand by and see

Her fall from grace

It’s easy to ignore

Pleas for relief

To shake our head in disbelief

As louder they implore

It’s easy to pretend

There is a heaven and hell

To think who could ever mend

Satan when from heaven he fell

It’s easy to subdue

Our spirit to the point of death

To breathe our last breath

When Life has yet a miracle to imbue

It’s easy to discern

The foolishness of man

To ever strive with a plan

Love’s lesson ultimately to learn

It’s easy to feign

Deafness, blindness, muteness

To stunt growth, the dire acuteness

Confession of no understanding to pain

It’s easy to confuse

Integrity for fallible presumption

To triumph with vague assumption

A plight trust alone can defuse

It’s easy to forsake

Your soul in an hour of need

To walk away from heartbleed

Forgiveness, new promise yet to awake

It’s easy until….

Silence intercedes illusion

Desire compels the will

Rebirth prevails in conclusion.

It’s easy until….

A thousand voices all belong

With joy overflowing karma’s fill

As one voice permeates the Song.

© 2005 Salem Islas-Madlo

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The Breath of Song

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Mindful silence 

Breathe through me

Rustling the voices

Of my heart

Into one song.

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Deep listeners

Will smile

At the chorus

Joining the melody

With concentrated harmony

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Touching the earth

Coming home

To nourish and heal

The world

Through the gentleness

Of loving insight.

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2013