Practicing from the Heart in the age of Technology - All articles and poems are by Reza Ghadimi, unless otherwise noted.
Trying to make sense of the world these days
Could mess up your mind and soul
So many factions at work
None talk, communicate or are in control
Promises broken, before they are made.
Coffee was a dime a cup, just yesterday, and
Now, it’s not worth breaking a fiver for.
When the time is late, and
The camouflaged tentacles of the
Day’s news rubs the sleep off your eyes
Mother nature’s memory can help:
The wind swaying the grass on the prairie
Lenticular clouds, covering mountain tops
Like the hat on a captain’s head peering the horizon
Or the gentle slapping of the waves against
The boat, on a lazy Sunday afternoon.
Don’t blame gods, nature or others
There is goodness in this world, and
It is worth using its power to
Fight the ugliness of man’s failings.
Much life is left in the day, still
Let’s not count the minutes or the hours
Lay your head back in her lap, and
Enjoy the rocking of the boat.
Soon the evening cool will
Sooth the day’s sunburn.
Tomorrow will be here soon enough, and
Bring us a heap of new challenges
Close your eyes and breath deep.