Our Place in the Universe

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A Matopos Spirit

When the sky hangs in peace,

When the moulded mass lies silent,

When the boulders seek their own silence,

And only the crack of tindered wood echoes therough parched valleys.

It is then,

It is only then,

It is only then when the spirit floats and cries,

It is then dear people,

It is only then that the spirit,

A spirit left by echoes of distant races,

It is only then that the spirit drifts,

And floats towards all that listen and heed.

This is the time of the Matopos,

The time when God came to rest.

This is the time when none can avoid,

For we are but the children of that God,

That God who came and rested,

That God who came and gave,

The Spirit of the Matopos.

Lewis J Rhodes 2012

Everything has an alloted time. Indeed even rocks will turn to sand if allowed to weather long enough. So it is with life, all of us have a time into which we are born, a time into which we will live, and unfortunately, a time into which we must die.

To live beyond the alloted time is to ask life to use extra resources to maintain our survival. What we ask may take from others who still need to fulfill their function?

For a kite to fly it needs a breeze.

A good teacher facilitates and guides learning. A bad teacher instructs.

Politics is a game that concerns itself more with the needs of the politician than with the needs of the people it is supposed to represent.

A failure is a process from which learning should take place.

The greatest joys spring from small surprises and not from expensive interventions.

To run free is the only true expression of freedom. It is only when we are touched by the land, the sea and the sky that we realise our true place in the universe.

The question needs to be asked? Why does humanity not learn from its hsitory?

When you lift and drop a grain of beach sand, the world is changed forever.

Thank the heavens for a morning breath. We know not what remains of the day.