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. Reza Ghadimi November 2023
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