Der Vorhang verschwindet manchmal,
Das offene Fenster verbindet manchmal
den Suchenden und den Gesuchten miteinander,
dennoch finden sie keinen Zugang zueinander,
wenn das Herz nicht offen ist,
nicht das sentimentale, sondern der Geist.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Im Jahrzehnt der deutschen Dichtung
There Are Moments when a small thing is a big thing, and there are moments when a big thing is a small thing. Be attentive and know the difference.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains
I thought I was awake
Until I woke up
And realised it was a dream
Who filled my cup?
Overflowing with dreams
The more I take
For goodness’ sake
In reality it seems
On dreams I sup.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
Whatever you take from people,
Try not to take away their dignity –
It is what makes us human. Simple.
Human dignity is a kind gift from Divinity.
Preserve it as much as you can
In every child, in every man, in every woman,
It confirms to us that we are human.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
One vital characteristic of the present is that it cannot fathom what invention or innovation the distant future will bring. Sure, it can imagine what new thing it would like to create or invent, based on the needs and gaps it sees today; but what startling new, and startlingly different, state or technology will rule reality long after it is gone, it cannot imagine now. Thus, it can not conceive at this moment the lens through which the future will look back at it, and appraise and critic or judge or justify it, one day, in a distant time, when the world has changed again.
Nor does it need to know. The present’s duty is to live proudly and thoroughly with a full chest. The more completely it gives and exhausts of itself, the more startling and magical and new the future will be which it shall one day birth. And whatever that future wants to think of it, let it do so. The most important thing, and all the present needs to know, is that it has honestly lived its best and fullest life to the utmost of its capabilities. This is the only tribute it owes to Reality and to the inexorable and unstoppable march of progress, change and development through eternal time.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains
If you don‘t know what to say,
Don‘t say anything.
If you have nothing to say,
Say nothing.
If it’s not yet ripe for saying,
Don’t say it.
If you lack clarity,
Look for it and wait for it.
Be silent, prayerful and observant;
Silence is the garden, clarity is the plant;
To discover what you really need and want.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
Someone else had to happen before you could happen. Someone else had to come into existence before you could come into existence. Another plane had to be formed before your plane could subsequently arise. A higher species had to be created before you could afterwards develop. You are the result of what someone else left over and pushed out.
You are the lowest of the low, the last of the least, but you don’t know it because you cannot imagine what could be above you or what could have come before you…; Because if you could imagine it and conceptualise it and understand it and know it, you would have been it and not you. Hence, humility is essential for eternal life.
Sensing upwards towards the Holy Grail, you realise that there is always something more – and it came before you. And something came before it. And something came before it. On and on… I realised today that we can never see the Holy Grail. We can only hear of it, be told about it, and sense our way upwards towards the after-effects of what emanates from it.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains
PS: These thoughts are recognitions gained from:The Grail Message – “In the Light of Truth” – by Abd-ru-shin:
https://www.gralswerk.org/grail-message.html
A lot of our time is taken up by the attempt to make ourselves comprehensible to others and to understand them in return. If you listen to any conversation between any two people, you will notice just how much TIME is used up by the effort to transfer information from one to the other. They try multiple words and many different phrases. They repeat the same thing over and over again, with the same and different words.
They ask many questions, sometimes the same question several times, and explain themselves multiple times. All in the attempt to make themselves understood to one another, to transfer the exact and correct piece of information that each carries within to and into the other person’s inside and into the other person’s comprehension capacity. Most of our interactions are a long arduous twisting marathonic endeavour at communication, often ending in only partial success or really no real success at all.
But imagine if there was a way to instantly and accurately transfer exact information between ourselves and into one another. Exact, and above all comprehensible, information. Directly – from mind to mind, from heart to heart, from intuition to intuition. How much time would be saved? And how much misunderstanding would be avoided. So much. This is probably why the best communicators do so with pictures or use words that awaken images within the recipient’s mind. Because a picture is worth a thousand words, they say. But a picture can also be misinterpreted, if the context is not properly explained. It all depends. And that’s the whole point.
And yet… is the effort to communicate not an intrinsic part of the very purpose of existence? Is is not the one side of the coin of consciousness with which we pay and earn our development? And the other side of the coin is the effort to bring clarity within one’s own inner life. Because the more you try to make something comprehensible to another, the clearer it becomes to you too. And the clearer it becomes to you, the easier it is to communicate it to someone else, sometimes with just one mental picture awakened within them that brings intuitive comprehension and intellectual clarity.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains
Brief meetings
Deep meanings
Short stories
Long memories
Quick to start
Fast to part
Slow to leave the heart.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
I’m in a garden full of fruits But I am not hungry, And what I crave only Is buried deep down in the roots. And I am waiting patiently For it to sprout again And no pleasure can dull the pain Or nourish me substantially. Some waits last long, longer Than a lifetime or two; Reincarnation is the cue To re-become younger and stronger. Don’t hurry your wounds, Let them heal at their own pace; Life and love are not a race, Some years have thirteen moons. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
