Practicing from the Heart in the age of Technology - All articles and poems are by Reza Ghadimi, unless otherwise noted.
I look out the window at a
fenced area where I once had a plant nursery. I nurtured and peddled new trees that I thought should live here. But, the weed, vine, and the pine that belong here disagreed. I still have a few leftover lilacs that look at me awkward, as if to say, what am I doing here, old chump? But I go on watering them as a reminder of a futile effort to alter the unchangeable. Only to see the persistent nature be relentless and outlast me. Today, I have a new admiration for the sagebrush, yucca, pinion, and pine. And along the way, learned that if I am to live here, must adapt to her and not expect it to adjust to me. Reza Ghadimi
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