Tuesday, April 5, 2016
PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE
The most meaningful and enduring relationships in life are cast in the stone of the most simple things. Not in grandiose establishments or settings. But in simple words about simple things, simple events and simple memories. Like the day you tripped on the podium at church, and then somebody was as if on standby to prevent the worst from hapenning. Then you ended up getting married. And then you remember this when on holiday with kids in Dubai.
Life is made up of small grains of very valuable things. But people are busy chasing after the big, the grandiose in cars , in houses and in social circles we like to be seen in.
High visibility syndromes. But completely missing the point. Just as the mind hungers after visibility, the soul cries for the little, often forgotten corners of our lives. The poem the little girl wrote for her mom on her birthday.Or the beggar by the side of the road who can transform the love you show them into the fortune of a lifetime. The songs on a simple guitar sitting on the lawn in the evening at home. The small crowd at church. Or the small garden path in the rural areas, with birds flying around, and small insects scurrying away for their safety.
Life is made up of those small grains. A good pile of those small grains is a life well lived.
By
Mr Masimba Manyanya
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
Thios' Song
.....
I stand at noon upon the peak of Heaven;
Then with unwilling steps I wander down
Into the clouds of the Atlantic even;
For grief that I depart they weep and frown:
What look is more delightful than the smile
With which I soothe them from the western isle?
I am the eye with which the Universe
Beholds itself, and knows it is divine;
All harmony of instrument or verse,
All prophecy, all medicine, is mine,
All light of art or nature; - to my song
Victory and praise in its own right belong.
Then with unwilling steps I wander down
Into the clouds of the Atlantic even;
For grief that I depart they weep and frown:
What look is more delightful than the smile
With which I soothe them from the western isle?
I am the eye with which the Universe
Beholds itself, and knows it is divine;
All harmony of instrument or verse,
All prophecy, all medicine, is mine,
All light of art or nature; - to my song
Victory and praise in its own right belong.
By. Percy Bysshe Shelley
