We Are all gardeners
And every thought is a seed
Sown into the garden of fate,
So is each word, intuition and deed.
And when they come to fruition
In one earth life or the other,
Or as one earth life or the other,
It causes confusion.
But I am a gardener
You are a gardener
What you sow is what you reap
Like Jesus said
Whether it makes you laugh or weep
Alive or dead.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
