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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Whatever is Noble

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Fallen oak leaves

Regal presence 

Within a wood 

Groaning

In the wind

A living legend

Found in

The bounty 

Of Now.

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Whatever is true, whatever is noble,

Whatever is right, whatever is pure,

Whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable,

Anything of excellence and worthy of praise

Dwell on these things only

Philippians 4:8

Listening to Trees

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The Wind Woman

Awakened tree spirits

Creaking ancient tales

Of bygone days lost to memory

When silence was robed

In the majesty of Mother Earth.

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breathing trees

Simple Summer Pleasures

bike riding

Riding like the wind

Past vineyards and wooded paths

Inner child giggles

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clouds

Clouds through my heart space

Patches of blue emptiness

Summer letting go 

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tiptoeing through the daisies

Daisies laugh out loud

In fiendish summer delight

Tickling tip toes

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*1st photo by Pörrö, https://www.flickr.com/photos/pesis

2nd photo from: http://blonde-waves-long-summer-days.tumblr.com/post/73479430372

3rd photo by Kate Anderson,

https://www.flickr.com/photos/34758720@N05/6730215645/in/photostream/

The Willingness to Look

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Dandelion dreams

Walking home along the path

In step with the wind

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“Honesty without kindness, humor, and goodheartedness can be just mean. From the very beginning to the very end, pointing to our own hearts to discover what is true isn’t just a matter of honesty but also of compassion and respect for what we see. Learning how to be kind to ourselves, learning how to respect ourselves, is important. The reason why is that, fundamentally, when we look into our own hearts and begin to discover what is confused and what is brilliant, what is bitter and what is sweet, it isn’t just ourselves that we’re discovering. We’re discovering the universe.”

-Pema Chödrön

One Blink Away

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What is the story?

A sigh of resignation

As opposed to love

Rather not knowing

Waiting for the wind to tell

White chestnut blossoms

To dance with watery light

Before the heart falls asleep

© 2015 Salem Islas-Madlo

“WE ALREADY HAVE everything we need. There is no need for self-improvement. All these trips that we lay on ourselves—the heavy-duty fearing that we’re bad and hoping that we’re good, the identities that we so dearly cling to, the rage, the jealousy and the addictions of all kinds—never touch our basic wealth. They are like clouds that temporarily block the sun. But all the time our warmth and brilliance are right here. This is who we really are. We are one blink of an eye away from being fully awake.”
― Pema Chödrön

Terra Word Art

The clouds jutted upward like mountains from the flatland rolling at the horizon in shades of lavender, smokey-blue, and silver- white. Birches huddled together like naked ladies in the wind.

Gaea adorned herself in a soft-blue gown of billowing chiffon for the dance of new beginnings. Gifting mortals who have the power to look deeply with a glimpse of clarity.

The sun kissed her face of many colours. Nourishing her wounds and scars as well as her abundant bounty.

It is in her nature to be fiercely harsh and even destructive, yet she is also known to shield and nurture all of life. Thus, she weaves magic under hard, crusted furrows touched by winter’s frosty tears.

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2014