It‘s character that gets to heaven, not knowledge. Knowledge might know the way there even, but only character can attain the height of being, by doing, not just by knowing. Be right, do right, lets there be light. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
English
YOU CAN’T LEAVE YET
I ran left in a short vivid dream When I was climbing up the flight of stairs It was a flight of wide white marble stairs Or so it did seem But when I got to the top and turned back Behind me was a steep drop And a collapsed garden green from top To bottom and no way back. I found myself in the backyard of strangers So I jumped over the cactus hedge Onto the dusty brown street’s edge There to hurry towards new dangers Knocking on the locked red gate Where a hurt soul had declared war On the community I don’t know what for But to escape is now too late. Is it a dream or is it a mix-up? I haven’t even told you how this one began But the staircase disappeared and a man Said you can’t leave yet and I woke up. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
MAKING SENSE
Some things don’t seem to make sense And yet they’re right. You just feel it inside. The intuition accompanies common sense And makes it make sense from another side. Life when seen through the heart’s full lens Will reveal contexts that otherwise hide; To a closed mind they appear like nonsense But one day through facts they’ll be verified. Some things that seemed to be an offence Are an offence only to the rigidified; Some that seemed real become pretence When eventually exposed by time and tide. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
WORSHIP
When I’m down You give me strength Atheists say You don’t exist But You lift me up when I’m depressed And calm me down and give me rest How can I express my gratitude? Nothing I am or give or do Can come close to repaying You For being so faithfully kind and merciful Your Kindness is my sole inspiration Your goodness os deserving of imitation Your fidelity to rightness is a lesson In integrity, severity mixed with compassion People seek You in prayers and dogmas In churches, mosques, temples and likewise I seek You in Kindness and in Goodness In Bravery, in Purity, in Humility, always. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
AGAIN AND AGAIN
The Heart does not forget overnight Sometimes it needs more than one lifetime To forget the way back to the Light And the echo of the last Grail Bell’s chime Again and again it reads the Message Again and again it feels the pull of the Call But the gains and pains of the Modern Age Make it time and again slowly forget it All. A sad day it is time and time again When a soul rises again from its deathbed, And all it’s relatives’ tears and pain Will be nothing compared to its own regret. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
UNCONTROLLABLE LOVE
If you can control love Then you’ve never felt love Love is stronger than the human spirit The transformation of the soul, love did it Love will waylay you and disobey you Love will take you and make you and break you and remake you in its own image. And knows better than you What it wants to go with you Presage. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
DON’T SURRENDER IT ALL TO AI
The primary aim of artistic expression is inner clarification of self, as well as personal spiritual development. The secondary aim is communication and sharing of ideas, which in any case always happens automatically as a by-product.
If you outsource all your artistic creativity to Artificial Intelligence, then, yes, finished works of a certain mould will be generated, but your spirit will not grow. And the purpose of your earthlife – the very purpose of life itself – will not be fulfilled. This lies alone in the continuous development of your “I” through self-exertion, self-clarification and the constant effort towards pure and accurate self-expression of intuition via thought into word and deed.
AI will produce works that resemble beauty, but will lead to the atrophy and death of the human spirit – unless you critically interrogate those works and then correct, reject or surmount them with your own personal effort, your own intuiting and reasoning. Don’t surrender to AI. Learn it but remain above it. Artificial Intelligence will make you look good, make you feel good, but only you can become better by yourself, by your own effort. The ancient rule is still the same, there is no short cut to success.
It is very imperative, in this era of artificial intelligence, for each person to remain personally creative, as well as spiritually and intellectually active and independent. Make the effort to think your own thoughts through to the end, and formulate and write them down by yourself. Compose, rehearse and record your own music. Make your own art. Draw the inspiration not just from others, but also, like before, from within the fathomless depths of your immortal spirit. Spend time in the silence of your heart, listening to your inner voice, hearing yourself by yourself and not from the programmed algorithm of an AI companion’s voice.
And also continue to do as many things with your hands as possible. Build. Make. Write. Go out into the world. Use your physical muscles, use your brain muscles, use your heart muscles, use your soul and use your spirit. And also, PATRONISE THOSE WHO DO SO, THOSE WHO STILL PRODUCE BY THE EFFORT OF HUMAN CREATIVITY. When you do this, you are not doing them a favour, but you are doing yourself and humanity and our future a SERVICE!
This is the only way they will grow. This is the only way we will grow. This is how we survived as a species over millions of years. This is how we got here. By the agency of Natural personal Human Intelligence. WE have always been the ones evolving, the ones plumbing our own depths, the ones developing. Thus: Woe betide us today if we now, tempted by convenience, hand that task now over to a self-programming and self-learning artificial algorithm we fashioned. Like the Zauberlehrling who can no longer deactivate or control the witchcraft he awakened. We would thereby have marked the beginning of the end of the story of the human spirit on Earth.
We are the generation that must tame the beast we have created, and ensure that it remains a servant and never becomes the cold lifeless master of our destiny, literally and figuratively. AI is wonderful for sourcing and collating information, and sorting and delivering it coherently. It is also marvellous at generating alternative versions of expressive output. But it cannot see the light. It cannot produce that individual unique recognition that can only come from deep within you. And it cannot produce the NEW, a truly new and different future. It can only regurgitate and re-permutate the past.
The production of Newness is still the purview and the task of the living and active human spirit. Let AI not be our last invention. Let us continue to bestir ourselves to intuit, imagine, innovate and invent even greater creations in the future, greater and higher than AI, and which also come from us – or through us. For WE are human spirit.
Retain your primary art-form in your hands. Don’t outsource it in the name of comfort, or vanity, or convenience, or competition, or materialism. Save and continue to develop that which is most valuable to us – our spirit. Let art, intuition and inspired thinking continue to be tools for personal inner growth through the joy of effort.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
HORSE ON BLUE WATERS
Horse On Blue Waters.
From my album “Class Act: The Nature Within”
Listen to the full album here: https://listen.music-hub.com/3MgAgm
Che Chidi Chukwumerije (CH3)
GOLD’S LOW STANDARDS
Who decided that gold is the standard? Why do we think it is so valuable? A shiny metal. Can we eat it? Yet we bombard Humankind with unkind mined metal unable To nourish spirit or body or soul or even mind - But greed needs a rampart for greed is blind And money is the mockery of the honest grind. Silver and gold have brought sorrow untold To the timid and the bold, the young and the old, Warm-blooded and cold-hearted who all departed Without a dust of gold from the path they started Upon, seeking value in materialism’s charms And losing their value in materialism’s arms’ Creeping stranglehold that grins and harms. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
CHANCES ARE
To me it’s neither a window nor a door This thing called opportunity It’s a cloud, a bubble, foam on the shore Of nature’s recurring serendipity You will get chances to rise And you will get chances to fall Which one of these two you utilise Well, that is your call. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
