The weight of words
On my head
But I don’t have
To be anything
who I AM
© Salem Islas-Madlo 2015
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
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
*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.
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.
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
On some days there is nothing to say…
*photo by Alematrix
All the paths
I have wandered
Always lead home
Where heart fires
My soul has been whispering to me today to look and listen more deeply to the love within myself. I have felt alone a lot in my life, but the more I come back to my essence the more fulfilled, connected and joyful I really am. In my meditation this morning, I came across the words of Zen master, Thich Nhat Hanh, “When you are carried away with your worries, fears, cravings, anger and desire, you run away from yourself and lose yourself. Live your daily life in a way that you never lose yourself. Life is only available in the present moment.” I paused after those words and knew clearly that this year that would be my theme. No more waiting for some magical moment to appear…life isn’t gonna be like I want it to be, but I already have enough to be happy now.
So, I wrote a list in my journal of all the things that I was happy about right in that moment: a red gerianium looking out the kitchen window, Jill, my tabby, sitting beside it like a domestic goddess, watching fluffy, white snowflakes flying by horizontally on the wind, the pines quietly standing in the their wisdom across the way, my children sleeping in their rooms, a white French country table standing in the turquoise kitchen, the pen scribbling out my heart’s contentment onto the page, the gift of sight, the knowledge I’ve been blessed with to heal myself and others, Thai’s teachings of mindfulness, mysticism, and Tao, the Yaqui heritage of my ancestors, shamanic whispers of ‘old soul’ wisdom always with me, my lungs filled with air, and the present moment. Yes, I already have enough to be happy now.
I will rise to tantalizing heights this 2015 and fly on the wings of my highest potential into the space of my own unique spirit. What about you? What makes you happy in this moment?
*photo ‘Loneliness of the soul’ by Kondakova Tata, http://thewinterhome.blogspot.it/2012/10/magia.html
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
– Jean-Paul Sartre –
*Photo found on http://szukamysensuzycia.tumblr.com/post/57350413659