SIGNALS

Two Little birds
sitting on a tree
one flies away, one hops down
yet they both have wings

Two Little men
working in the fields
one is alive and one is dead
yet they are both in life

It is the joy of laughing that makes me laugh
not the funniness of your jokes
It is the wit of my words that makes you laugh
not the joy of laughing

It is the joy of living that makes me live
not the fear of dying
It is the fear of dying that attaches you to life
not the joy of living

Two Little rabbits
facing Mother-Wolf
one is scuttling and one is whining
yet they both have feet.

Signals.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije