Autumn Feathers


Seeds of feathers

Gracious and yielding

Whose yesterdays

Unknown to the eye

Tenderly brush across

 Hidden surfaces

Of Awareness



© Salem Islas-Madlo 2015


Gliding on Moonlight


A luminous sphere

Glides through the depths of darkness

Is that you, my Soul?

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2014

Weight of the World



It’s the little things

That bring tears

And weigh you down

Bringing the secret feeling

That you just want to quit

Then you breathe.

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2014

*Art by Margarita Georgiadis

Shadow Play


Shadows of play

From today

Reaching out 

Towards yesterday

Without delay

To bring about

A new tomorrow

Without sorrow.

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2014


To The Moon


Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,
And ever changing, like a Joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?

By Percy Bysshe Shelley

art from

Aburrido Me Voy…Feeling Weary, I Go

Performed by Ana Gabriel

Lyrics in Spanish:
Aburrido me voy
me voy lejos de aqui
donde nadie pregunte
por que te perdi

Aburrido me voy
para nunca volver
dondequiera se muere
quien sabe querer

Si te adcuerdas de mi
no maldigas mi amor
que duro solamente
lo que dura una flor

No preguntes por mi
que no se adonde voy
ay! que triste me largo
que aburrido me voy

Si te acuerdas de mi
no maldigas . . .
Lyrics in English:
Feeling weary, I go
I go away from here
Where nobody asks
Why I lost you

Feeling weary, I go
Never to return
Wherever, it dies
Who knows how to love

If you remember me
Do not curse my love
That lasted only as long
As a flower does

Do not ask me
Where I’m going
Ay! How sad is my longing
Feeling weary, I go

If you remember me
Do not curse. . .

Like a Broken Window


“The greatest sorrow of life is witnessing. Experiencing our own suffering is not as difficult as watching others held in fate’s mighty grip. Bearing our own problems is easier because we are always aware that we can exercise other options–up to the final one. However, it hurts the most when we can do nothing for others. The greatest sorrow is to see those we love suffer helplessly.”

~Deng Ming-Dao~

*artist: Gun Legler,

*post title taken from the painting