Practicing from the Heart in the age of Technology - All articles and poems are by Reza Ghadimi, unless otherwise noted.
The 78th UN General Assembly is meeting in NY this week. The problems and the solutions facing us are obvious, old and require cooperation and reconciliation. But the aggressors of today, all seem to be victims of the past who have carved a piece of this world by force or chance for themselves and are unwilling or unable to part with any of it. Our shrinking world, however, is forcing the pieces to overlap, triggering further clashes. Ironically, today is the UN International Day of Peace.
The suffering population of our broken world is painfully begging for understanding and resolve, yet we are stuck at such a stalemate that many of the key leaders have not even bothered to attend this UN meeting. Those who are here seem to ramble the obvious with ever louder and threatening voices to a deaf audience.
These are the times of history
As an afternoon of a day
Was the work completed?
As we wonder the result
Of our efforts, beliefs, and views
Was any good done? Was it worth it?
Maybe it’s my age
Many decades, plus
I was born just a few days after D-Day
While I was crying at my mother’s bosom
People were killed around the world
Dying for their beliefs and choices
Could they have all made the wrong, right choices?
Now, well into the next century
Steeped into beliefs and thoughts
It’s frightening, the similarities between
The beliefs of today and what was believed then.
It’s the afternoon of history
In the distance, storm clouds rising
Catching the sun rays in their cauliflower heads
Exposing an alarming beauty to those who know
Below the morphing colors of the sunset
Lightning and thunder (of discontent) shake the land
A stormy night is upon the world
Pray our house survives!