Being Home

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The smell of Earth

In my nose

Riches of home

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2015

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The sound of water

In my ear

Whispers of home

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2015

Autumn Feathers

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Seeds of feathers

Gracious and yielding

Whose yesterdays

Unknown to the eye

Tenderly brush across

 Hidden surfaces

Of Awareness

Towards

Love.

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2015

 

If I Am Love

dancing in the light of your soul

If I discover

underneath

it all

I Am Love

then

I shall be

reborn

Day after day

even after

I become the

dust upon

which your feet

trod

I shall linger

in the sacred

space

of breath

where you

will always

find me

If I Am

Love.

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2015

“Love gives not but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possess not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient onto love. When you love you should not say, ‘God is in my heart.’ but rather, ‘I am in the heart of God.’ And think not you can direct the course of love, for love if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love; and to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; to rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy; to return home at eventide with gratitude; and then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.”

-Kahlil Gibran

*photo taken by Jake Olson, http://www.jakeolsonstudios.com

In Faith

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“A person who does not have anything to believe in is without energy. When you have the energy of faith in you, your steps become firmer, your look becomes brighter. You are ready to love, to understand, to help, and to work.” -Thich Nhat Hanh

In the softness and tenderness of my soul, I open to the generosity of my essence. With each in breath, I pull into myself the abundance of life. With each out breath, I release my need to control…to feel safe. I trust the process that is before me and though I feel fear of uncertainty and the pain of old familiar wounds I open and let go in the faith that love will sustain me. In gratitude, I dwell in the energy of Oneness.

*photo credits go to Steve Mackay

Holding the Fear

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The weight of words

Rest heavy

On my head

But I don’t have

To be anything

except

who I AM

Because

Love

holds 

the fear

So that

can 

breathe.

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2015

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

Tender Notes

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Immersing soul

Into simplicity and silence

Touching inner beauty

Called myself

Being still

Calm

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2015

Stealing Kisses

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The sun thought

I wasn’t looking 

When he kissed the earth

But I saw

The soft light 

Between his lips

As he delicately

Brushed through

Her grassy meadows.

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2014

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Whispers of Life

Numbness of doing

Leaves blown into

A concrete corner

Soul fragments

Seconds and minutes

Falling from the sky

Light reaching out

Tilting a face tenderly

Towards heaven

The wind , an earth breath

Softly whisks strands of hair

With invisible fingers

Trembles of inner life

From unseen places.

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2014

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!