"pema" poems
"Contentment is a synonym for loneliness, cool loneliness, settling down with cool loneliness. We give up believing that being able to escape our loneliness is going to bring any lasting happiness or joy or sense of well-being or courage or strength. Usually we have to give up this belief about a billion times, again and again making friends with our jumpiness and dread, doing the same old thing a billion times with awareness. Then without our even noticing, something begins to shift. We can just be lonely with no alternatives, content to be right here with the mood and texture of what’s happening."
"it allows us to finally discover a completely unfabricated state of being. Our habitual assumptions — all our ideas about how things are — keep us from seeing anything in a fresh, open way… We don’t ultimately know anything. There’s no certainty about anything. This basic truth hurts, and we want to run away from it. But coming back and relaxing with something as familiar as loneliness is good discipline for realizing the profundity of the unresolved moments of our lives. We are cheating ourselves when we run away from the ambiguity of loneliness."
"Cool loneliness allows us to look honestly and without aggression at our own minds. We can gradually drop our ideals of who we think we ought to be, or who we think we want to be, or who we think other people think we want to be or ought to be. We give it up and just look directly with compassion and humor at who we are. Then loneliness is no threat and heartache, no punishment. Cool loneliness doesn’t provide any resolution or give us ground under our feet. It challenges us to step into a world of no reference point without polarizing or solidifying. This is called the middle way, or the sacred path of the warrior."
by Pema Chodron from "When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advise for Difficult Times"
Mar 28, 2023
Mar 28, 2023 at 6:17 AM UTC
Pema is my name
Life is a tiring game
I prefer straight hair
and now my pimples are everywhere
My guitar is my best friend
I love Music till the end
I was Born under the 18 of Sunday
but I still don't know where is my way
I write Poems
because it rhymes
I wear big Same old Jeans and big T-shirt
I always think Love comes first
Headphones is always plugged in my ears
I've some of my biggest fears
I can be really too funny
as well as sometimes too lonely
I learn from my mistake
most of the time just too late
Life is a fairy tale for me
But i don't know where I should be
I call myself fearless
But believe me I'm a big reckless
I carry major dreams on my back
That's why it gives me heart attack
People thinks that I'm a weird girl
but I'm just trying to fit in this crazy world
I sing myself to sleep
I'm just too deep
My life is a long story book
but would you like to take a look? ♥♥
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC