Like water, going…
Like air, there, everywhere…
Gentle strength
Will slowly overcome
And overtake
You
Just when you think that
You have conquered…
Like love, forever…
Like trust, silently growing…
Gentle strength
Will finally become a part
Of you
Your greatest asset
Just when you think that
You have been conquered…
Though they hit you
And hit you again and again
Yet they lose always
Because love is the strongest force of all.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Who knows
Better than the nose
How a thing really smells?
Who spies
Clearer than the eyes
Where a thing really dwells?
If your heart
Is your most tender part
Then I am a compass
And you are a chart.
I will always find you
Lovely lass
And encompass you.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Nein, nicht kristallgrün
Nachts ist mir schön
Nicht und nimmer feuerrot
Nein, denn Aussehen ist tot
Mich interessiert nicht
Was du hast in Aussicht
Einsicht allein ist mein Sehen
Das sollst du einsehen
Berühre mich nicht
Flüstere nicht. Das Licht
Ist sichtbar mit geschlossenen Augen
Und hörbar im Schweigen.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
It is love.
You cannot
Mathematize it.
It will
Mesmerize
Scandalize
Legalize
Illegalize
And always leave Questions
Behind.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Als mein Bruder
Im Autounfall starb
Quälte mich der Gedanke
Nach seinem letzten bewussten Gedanken.
An was, an wen, woran, hat er zum Schluß gedacht?
Denn er war noch bei Bewusstsein
Als man ihn vom Wrack löste
Und in den Krankenwagen legte
Doch bis sie im Krankenhaus endlich ankamen
War er bereits abgeschieden, und fort.
Es gibt Tage, an denen ich erlebe
Daß die Zeit wirklich still steht
Doch der Mensch, der stets erlebt
Der ist’s, der seine Wege geht.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
There is gold
In your blood
Blue in you
And best of all
When you say How do you do
You mean it too –
Your gold I want not
Your blueblood I wish I could wash out
For it would only be a burden –
But you make me lighter
Each time I see how the people’s eyes shine brighter
When you enter the room.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
There is in me a longing
For a place
A longing which no place on earth
Can satisfy
Because I long for Home –
There is in me a yearning
For a love
A yearning which no human love
Can satisfy
Because I yearn for the Light –
But, on the other side of
The mountain peak
There is a woman to whom my
Heart belongs…
But there she is, beyond my reach
Just a tear away –
But I do not know how to cry.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Der Wind weht wieder
Der sich so lange gelegt
Eine Feder fühlt sich neu bewegt
Ein Blatt, ein Herz voller Lieder
Unruhig und kurz war der Winterschlaf
Kein Schnee, kein Schweigen
Sehr wach, sehr eigen
Ein Schiff halb geankert am Haf’
Nur diese eine Nacht
Letztes Wochenende
Ein paar Schneeflocken haben gebracht
Die ganze Weltenwende.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
After love was killed, it rose again. After day was banished, it returned again. After joy was smothered, it shone again. After ours was buried,… there – it resurrects.
But I wonder: when the universe sings in unison, do we hear music or do we hear again the first silence? But I know: when eternity smiles or laughs, no heart can help but smile and laugh along. Now the question is: who will point out to us the Way back into the fabled land of tomorrow? Only Today can do it, out of whom Tomorrow is ever and again born.
And like strange mists are all those myths which reassure us of the Immortality of spirit and love. You may not quite see through them with your understanding; but if you are patient, they finally turn out to yield the truth. Because when the mists break and un-form, you see again the very same road they once had shrouded.
But is this poetry? Or is this love? Or did Word and Spirit ever meet, or ever part?
Soon the Mists will break open and we shall see what lies inside this heart…
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Bottling up the thoughts
Will not get rid of them
Yet speaking them all too soon
Is folly…
In the depth of silence
Assuming silence to be a lake
There is a cave
Wherein it glows like
Happiness
Bury your thoughts quietly within this
Cave of silent happiness
And no matter how rough a storm it be
That rocks the lake…
When all is calm again
Your thoughts
Will emerge matured and multiplied
And urge you
Urge you to set them free…
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 