Quietly So
Nuggets of thought, reflections, saying and poetry
By
Angela K Robinson
Dedication
To each and everyone of us living in these very difficult times and who knows what lies ahead - you are of great worth. At times we may feel afraid and alone but deep down in your heart there is a spirit of love. The silent face of love surrounds you - in the colours of flowers and leaves on trees. From birds that sing, the hills, the streams. In the hum of the traffic and snow dusted cites. From the moonlight, sunlight and gentle fresh breeze.
There's much, much more - love waits.
Keep loving, keep caring, keep sharing - it matters. Breaking news across the telly flashes. Shocking events, peace and security dashes. The nations gripped by anxiety and fear, times are changing, transformation is near. People in distress - does anyone care? Bombs go off in different places, teachers and students shot. Teenagers drinking, children and infants snatched. Campaigns of war, crime and terror hatched. People in pain - where do we go? Earning a living is getting hard, world wide economic structures collapsing. Through fraud and greed, life savings lost. People in fear - what is happening? In countries some families go hungry to bed. Price hikes, food shortages engulf the nations. There's sickness, death and growing starvation. People in despair - what about sharing? Forests and woodlands stripped and laid bare. Choked with pollution - oceans, fresh water and air. Destroying resources, a desolate scene. People in panic - what does it all mean? Earthquakes tremble, volcanic eruption. Global warming, flood waters rising. In conflict with humanity, spirit and nature, mankind in material crisis is passing. People in shock - what are the choices? Now is the window of opportunity, to begin the healing, growth and creativity. It's vital man put aside selfish ideas and urgently act in love and unity. People in confusion - what is the plan? In this scientific age, modern technology cannot enhance or change the progression of life's action and reaction - traps and illusions. Stretching out for miles over shifting sands, the sun beats down on hot arid lands. Sweltering, purging, dust storms restlessly sigh. Heat taking it's toll, rivers sucked dry. Far out on the horizon, shimmering sands. A beautiful oasis, no only a mirage. Oh, for one drink of refreshing water, for only one sip, my heart I would barter. Sunset comes quickly across this desolate Land. Night time approaches burnished in gold. Bright diamonds in the heavens to attention stand, as the burning heat gives way - it's freezing cold! This thirsty sea of sand - Sahara! Experiencing life is like an embroidered picture weaved thread after thread into endless complicated designs. Against the whitewashed garden fence, beneath the shade of the Masasa tree, a profusion of delicate flowers grew. I did not linger on the garden path for the blaze of colour drew me on, it's freshness dipped in perfumed dew. The morning was filled with a magical lure, with birds and butterflies that hopped and flew, to greet the day with a musical tune. I cut white roses and red flame lilies and placed them in a crystal vase. Some leafy ferns, forget-me-nots, no flower their charm could surpass. On the window ledge in the vase they stood in the slanting rays of the sun. The morning sunrise filled the sky, while lacy white clouds slid quietly by. Find out what you really want to do and do it. Why do I do what I do? What is good and what is bad? What is false and what is true? Just close my eyes, I fly and fly through the open sky, through different futures to infinite worlds. Through a haze of crystal blue. A scrap of paper, a wisp of smoke, a feather - I wish I knew. Floating on a dream, makes me soar. A way of escape - no less, no more. Writing thoughts down - communicating. Talking and silence - it's self expression. Anyone, anything, everything - it's relating. No boxes, no boundaries, no rules, no regulations. From scientists, children, office workers, Merchants - we all have our wishes and dreams. Taking time to meditate. What is the course to take? The list goes on. The roads and paths are endless. All living creatures have a special beauty in their earthenware vessel. Centuries of history in years have marched across wooded valleys and hills of Matopos. Where bushman paintings their stories tell, touching the heart of this ancient nation. A timeless legacy this country confers to the stunning beauty of planet earth. In caves, in rocks, known as white rhino shelter, stands this ancient gallery, this cultural treasure. The Zambezi for centuries cuts through, cuts across, hot and arid savannah sands. Attracting exotic birds, amazing wild life to it's abundant waters and grazing lands. To the borders of Africa men of greed are drawn, unscrupulous hunters, poaching ivory and horn. Their constant target, the elephant, the rhino, sadly animal numbers growing desperately low. Protection from criminals is gaining strength, at last from governments, rangers, scouts. Where elephant and rhino once again can roam free, in their natural wildlife sanctuary. The endless twists and turns of today brings a dramatically different tomorrow. Believing, new hope blossoms. Today I'm content and breath in fresh crisp morning air, leaving behind yesterday's hurt and despair. Skies open. Crystal blue and purple colours unfold. I am happy. Shafts of sunlight pierce and warm my heart to it's core. Pushing away negative attitudes, I walk away from stifling gloom. Peace brings fresh concepts, beautiful ideas and much more. It's a new day. The strange twists, turns, and complicated endless paths and designs - is life you live in the now. Way across the rippling waves where blue skies meet with the deep blue sea, a lonely seagull dips, cartwheels then dances free. Turning proudly flapping her wings in glittering sun shine, lifting herself higher, she ducks and dives in a straight line, to ride on shimmering waves. I turn once more to look at the skyline, beautiful old buildings adorn the colonnade. Cobbled lanes and twisting roads mysteriously lead through age old ornamental archways. Along the watery streets of Venice, in the gondola I lay my head. The handsome man gently rows, his baritone rings out in a husky serenade. No maps, no charts - in life intuition is your guide. Push the throttle forward, rush through the wind. Wheels up, flaps up, climb by the minute. Into open space on a thousand dreams. A burst of colour over rivers and streams. A lazy rainbow flight. Drift through time on shimmering wings. Everything changes. Wild abandoned clouds on a cobalt sky. Overcome fear, enjoy wonder. It's time to fly.
Global
Sahara
Perfumed dew
Why do I?
Matopos
Renewal
Venice
Time to fly