poem for pema

your words are flowers underneath my skin
they bloom, and fade, and bloom again
thrown by old emotions, tumbled by guilt
i come again to your quiet inscriptions
your gentle insistence to just let go

today i hear again your teaching
to let everything fall apart
and I falter, afraid; but moved somehow
to let this chaos strike me, move through me
and pass without harm beyond me

i am living by your words, your smile
and things are falling apart
with blood, and tears, and mindless grief they fall
with horror and yet with surrender
til finally one day I will be left naked: raw, and broken

but unmistakeably: still breathing


burntblue

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this is a little poem i wrote for pema chodron. everytime i hear her words I feel a little better.

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pemachodron, meditation, buddhism, dharma, pema

Comments

  • jacqleen
    jacqleenover 2 years ago

    SADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD……wow…..THIS just BROKE me…..its like SLOW death …
    Brillinant writing…..and your words are filled with raw emotion…..wow! :((((

  • Philosophy Lee
    Philosophy Leeover 2 years ago

    Going to google “pema chodron” right now… thank you.
    Breathe on! :)

  • IntriCate
    IntriCateover 2 years ago

    Beautiful and yes, perhaps a touch sad, but also hopeful that there is a way to withstand the storms of this world we exist in… Excellent writing.

  • helene
    heleneover 2 years ago

    Yes she’s a wise woman. Letting things fall apart is the most difficult thing – the ego keeps wanting to patch them together again – great poem. :o)

  • Magenta
    Magentaover 2 years ago

    very powerful and quite familiar.

  • ShadowDancer
    ShadowDancerover 2 years ago

    YES.. still breathing… such a journey of a poem.. you have a remarkable brilliance with your wordweaving.. i am always left like i need to breath and have a cigarette (and i don’t smoke!).. i especially loved the beginning lines your words are flowers underneath my skin
    they bloom, and fade, and bloom again
    … wow

  • BiographyofRed8
    BiographyofRed8over 2 years ago

    beautifully written with the best dedication… but it is true, still breathing don’t they say “to walk through the fire” and come out the otherside.. I am so happy so see this fall out of you

  • RosaCobos
    RosaCobosover 2 years ago

    Well….
    words cannot be spelt without breathing.
    So the one left inpin and nakedness
    has foundthe truest of words…
    out of decision,
    soul surrenders to the form
    and shape of Life…
    breathing
    Rosa (great moment…..physical and emotional…)

  • RosaCobos
    RosaCobosabout 2 years ago

    Because still…..there he words serve to the magic of the feelings…and have scents…this work well deserves it.
    Rosa

  • oh wow! Thanks Rosa :) Yay!

    – burntblue

  • Valentina D
    Valentina Dabout 2 years ago

    Stunningly beautiful work and a lovely tribute to someone you obviously admire deeply .Congrats on your well deserved feature ! :)