Practicing from the Heart in the age of Technology - All articles and poems are by Reza Ghadimi, unless otherwise noted.
My memory’s foggy at times - perhaps the old age
But I recall many instances of Practice around the world. Happy encounters on tropical islands Sad ones of losing a young patient to gang violence Horrified days, treating wounded soldiers. At times, I scream. Give me back my life Without painful remembrances. But I can’t change what has been. The sun rises, and the sun sets. On a life that has been full. In looking back, it is the smiles And giggles of children, Relieved faces of mothers And satisfaction one feels of An accomplished day that Reminds me of all the good days And the not so good ones too. The nights, I slept well, and The tossing and turning ones of Maybe I should’ve done that or Not should’ve the other. It’s been a full life and I can take solace in that over Half a century of practice as A Medicine Man, I always tried my Best, and treated the ones under my care With compassion. My memory is not as sharp as it used to be. But in remembering the life lived, I smile! Reza Ghadimi
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