Summer Reflections

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From the surface

Down into the depths

A friend to myself

Smiling, I make the universe 

Even more beautiful.

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2016

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“Summertime. It was a song. It was a season. I wondered if that season would ever live inside of me.”      ~ Benjamin Alire Sáenz

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“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.”  ~ John Lubbock

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“The island is ours. Here, in some way, we are young forever.”
~ E. Lockhart

Revelation

 

each lily

opened

as a new understanding

Source: Revelation

Random Haikus

curls of smoke

Curls of smoke unfurl
Leaving confusion behind
With flowers and words

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2016

*photo found on Pinterest, Blackbird

moon and venus

Dancing with Venus
Through edges of midnight blue
Mother Earth blushes

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2016

*Photo by Al Francis

I Declare My Truth

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This time around

The same could be different

Born again in a new light

Moving towards inner longings

Trusting intuitive messages

Planted in a deeper knowing

A total shift in order

Within the sound

Of my voice.

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2016

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Throat Chakra Affirmations

“I speak my truth. My voice matters. I express myself. I speak with kindness. I speak with love. My voice is strong. My voice is clear. My voice is steady. I have an opinion. I have the words I need. I stand up for myself.”

“I am gentle with my words. I listen to others. I am authentic, honest and creative.”

“I say what I mean, and mean what I say.”

“I play in my imagination. I create my reality. I know and share my truth.”

“I speak freely and with confidence. It is now safe for me to express my feelings and to create the life I desire. Everything I do is an expression of Love.”

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“I move beyond old limitations and now allow myself to express my truth freely and creatively.”

“I release all fears, negativity and doubts that block my creative expression.”

“I am aligned with my highest truth and communicate this with love and honor. My words echo softly within the Universe.”

“I speak in alignment with my most authentic truth. I express my thoughts genuinely and with clarity. I communicate my feelings with ease. I listen with interest. I am a Divine receiver.”

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Broken Branches

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In the nakedness

Of barren pain

Roots

Reach out

For inner healing.

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2015

“What if our religion was each other. If our practice was our life. If prayer, our words. What if the temple was the Earth. If forests were our church. If holy water the rivers, lakes, and ocean. What if meditation was our relationships. If the teacher was life. If wisdom was self-knowledge. If love was the center of our being.” ~Ganga White

*linocut, by Anita Laurence, Winter II

http://anitalaurence.com.au/?page_id=222

Right on Track

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Sometimes we have to repeat certain words to ourselves over and over again. Over days and even weeks just to help keep our focus. To help pick us up when we have fallen over a negative thought or feeling. It’s like that story that Pema Chödrön tells about the Buddha:

“On the night on which he was to attain enlightenment, the Buddha sat under a tree. While sitting there, he was attacked by the forces of Mara. The story goes that they shot swords and arrows at him, and that their weapons turned into flowers.

What does this story mean? My understanding of it is that what we habitually regard as obstacles are not really our enemies, but rather our friends. What we call obstacles are really the way the world and our entire experience teach us where we’re stuck. What may appear to be an arrow or a sword we can actually experience as a flower. Whether we experience what happens to us as an obstacle and enemy or as a teacher and friend depends entirely on our perception of reality. It depends on our relationship with ourselves.”

Well, that is why over the last couple of weeks I have needed to repeat some words over and over again to myself. Because I have been experiencing a lot of obstacles and unpleasant circumstances….particularly arising from within my own thoughts and emotions.

Here is what I’ve have personally had to write and say to myself over and over again to transform those arrows and swords into flowers:

“I am right on track, right on schedule. I trust that everything is unfolding perfectly. All is well. I am free to enjoy myself. I am right where I need to be, when I need to be, how I need to be. My life is enough. I am enough. Everything I say or do is enough. In chaos or order, it is enough. My life is natural and wholesome. I am natural and wholesome. I have the grace to recognize and accept that. I have the grace to be free. I go on and on past this moment, past boundaries, past time, past understanding.  I am an infinite being. I AM Infinity, itself. I AM Essence.”

*this post is dedicated to a dear Twitter friend, Ishani, @musicmoonlove “Be blessed, Soul Sister.” ❤

*photo by Alisdair Miller, New Day

The Heartbeat of All Things

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Listening

To the sacred

Within

Sighs brush by

While words

Silently wait

In the stillness

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A stillness

Pouring

Into emptiness

Existence ceases

To have meaning

Ideas fade into

The Unknown.

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2015

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“People are very afraid of nothingness. When they hear about emptiness, people are also very afraid, but emptiness just means the extinction of ideas. Emptiness is not the opposite of existence. It is not nothingness or annihilation. The idea of existence has to be removed, and so does the idea of nonexistence…When you practice looking deeply, you see your true nature of no birth, no death; no being, no nonbeing; no coming, no going; no same, no different. When you see this, you are free from fear. You are free from craving and free from jealousy.”  -Thich Nhat Hanh

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

The Best Teacher: Die Besten Lehrer

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Suffering, loneliness

Are the best guides,

To seek out beauty and joy

Wherever you can find.

One kind word 

Creates a symphony-like sound

Can bring tears of gratitude abound,

One is speechless, overcome with joy,

That is what one kind word can do. 

Some of us who have been deprived

Of gentleness in our early lives

Are aware of the power 

That compassion ca bring forth

And practice it often times.

By Greta Elbogen

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Leiden, Einsamkeit

sind die besten Losten

im Streben nach Schönheit und Freude,

wo immer sie zu finden sind.

Ein freundliches Wort nur

erklingt wie eine Symphonie,

ruft Tränen unendlicher Dankbarkeit hervor.

Man ist sprachlos, von Freude überwältigt.

Was ein freundliches Wort bewirken kann!

Einige von uns, die wir

in unserem früheren Leben

die Güte entbehrten

wissen um die Kraft des Mitgefühls

und üben uns oft darin.

Von Greta Elbogen

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*This post is dedicated to Greta Elbogen, a bright and beautiful firecracker, whom I met at Plum Village in 2013. She has just published a book of poetry called God Plays Hide And Seek (simply wonderful…I had the privilege of hearing her give a reading in Vienna)….this is a poem from her publication

And it is dedicated to Martina Huber who opened up her heart to me in a personal letter inspiring me with fresh purpose at a time when I felt like my words and poetry weren’t going anywhere.

Thank you ladies for the kind words you have shared with me and for bringing joy and renewal to my life. Love and peace to you all.

Certeza…Certainty

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Si es real la luz blanca
de esta lámpara, real
la mano que escribe, ¿son reales
los ojos que miran lo escrito?

De una palabra a la otra
lo que digo se desvanece.
Yo sé que estoy vivo
entre dos paréntesis.

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If it is real the white

light from this lamp, real

the writing hand, are they

real, the eyes looking at what I write?

From one word to the other

what I say vanishes.

I know that I am alive

between two parentheses.

by: Octavio Paz

 *art from http://reading-is-fun.tumblr.com/post/2055342927