poem for pema
this is a little poem i wrote for pema chodron. everytime i hear her words I feel a little better.
poem for pema belongs to the following groups:
Buddha, Nirvana (Only 1 photographic art and 1 written work will be accepted per day ) and The Healing Journeyyour 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
jacqleen
SADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD…...wow…..THIS just BROKE me…..its like SLOW death …
Brillinant writing…..and your words are filled with raw emotion…..wow! :((((
Philosophy Lee
Going to google “pema chodron” right now… thank you.
Breathe on! :)
IntriCate
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 Kippert
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
very powerful and quite familiar.
ShadowDancer
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
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
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
Because still…..there he words serve to the magic of the feelings…and have scents…this work well deserves it.
Rosa
burntblue replied
oh wow! Thanks Rosa :) Yay!
valentina63
Stunningly beautiful work and a lovely tribute to someone you obviously admire deeply .Congrats on your well deserved feature ! :)
silvercircles
Raw and powerful and so heartfelt. Just such a wonder to read.