Practicing from the Heart in the age of Technology - All articles and poems are by Reza Ghadimi, unless otherwise noted.
When I was a little boy
My family owned a big bookstore
In it we had lots of books
For all generations and age groups,
Some took us far away
Others into the brain's passageway
Books that told a silly story
And those that taught us history.
There were picture books and magazines
Almanacs, newspapers and quarterlies
The bookstore, a first of its kind
A big surprise for people to have it at hand
Skepticism abounded, and many asked
"People are illiterate, why a bookstore?"
"People are illiterate, so a bookstore!"
Was the answer with a smile.
At the start they just passed us by
Stretching their neck as they looked inside
Then stopped and looked, curiously attracted
Finally took a step inside, wide-eyed and fascinated
Walking around the many isles
Wondering eyes and curious minds
"you can read them, if you like."
"I don't know how." They said back.
"It's OK, hold it in your hand
and with you, the book will have a chat."
In their hands they held a book,
Felt its weight, sense and power too.
Cautiously they looked inside,
Saw the words along each other's side
So clean and orderly they were
Page after page, book after book, shelf after shelf.
With a sigh, they began to leave.
"I wish I could read," said one with grief.
"Oh, but you can, do not fret."
"There are only 32 letters in the alphabet."
"All these books are made of those letters. You can bet!"
So it was that more people came. Young and old, ladies and men.
Teachers came-by and made connections.
Classes started, masses trained. Reading became a trend and then.
No one passed the store again.
The bookstore developed into a home
For seekers of knowledge and wisdom.
Much developed in that store
As was seen in their happy stare,
All because they were shown the way
And kept their uncertainty at bay.
In medicine, too, knowledge comes to us in many ways. Rewards and happiness of our service appear when we treat people, not their malady. For their sake, not their money. Then at night we don't have to wonder; am I wealthy, am I poor, am I happy, can't be sure.
With feeling our patient's pain and hurting, to correctly stop their suffering,
We gain the satisfaction of being a true physician, a healer.