Pema says we’re suspended 
Between dualities

Energy expended
On dreams and casualties 

For each pleasure there’s pain
For each loss there’s gain

Counter to fame is shame 
The pole of praise is blame

We find that true wisdom 
Is knowing we can’t know

The space between atoms 
Or the thoughts of fallen snow

A full life in each breath
Inhaling we’re reborn

Exhaling into death
Freedom comes when we scorn

The lie of certainty 
We’re absolutely freed

From these dualities
Embracing righteousness 

Doing what’s right despite 
The expectations of those 

Including ourselves 
locked in a pattern, 
needing resolution. 

To be is all we need to be
Each moment, an eternal discovery