Strange How feelings change The heart is a shooting range The things that die They don’t tell you why They just stop to cry. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
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TIDES OF MARCH
Arriving soon Hardening moon No dawn, no morning It is always Noon. A quiet sun, ready Emotional but steady It is Noon already. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
WISH
The sun-blessed countryside
Green and blue far and wide
Wish you were by my side
Love is life’s most beautiful ride
When it died, I cried.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
STOP ACCEPTING LIES
Stop accepting lies
Dressed up as niceness –
Humiliation lies
In falsehood, not kindness.
Empty conversations
Masking your blindness –
A Disappointed Soul
Will answer with silence.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
LEARNING
Take your time to know.
Find your space to grow.
Time and space are seeds you sow
To reap maturity tomorrow.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
SLEEP WALKER
Every night when I sleep and wake up in the morning , I jump large distances. I don’t know where I go when I’m sleeping, but I never wake up where I fell asleep. The person who sleeps at night, dies, and a new person wakes up in the morning. So, if you were in my heart before I died in the night, and you are still or again in my heart when I wake up, as a new person, in the morning, then know that I truly love you, for you are anchored at a depth within me that is deeper than all the changes. But the day I wake up and check inside my heart and you are no more there, then know that a fundamental change has taken place within me. The person who exists now does not know or recognise you and does not love you anymore.
Friends, waste not the night. Pray before you fall asleep, and let your spirit walk, through its interactions and reflections, to its next station of development; yea, and let your spirit jump at night to its new conclusions. The night is not meant for sleeping. The night is meant for weeping, for keeping pace with your spiritual development, for healing, for recharging your solar plexus, and for leaping to new recognitions. Only the mind sleeps off at night, when it has grown tired of thinking. But the spirt, the spirit is awake. So, something continues to happen at the back of your mind. And what your spirit learns while your body is asleep, it will attempt to reveal to your intellect, your day-conscious mind, in the morning when you wake up again. But we don’t always understand, and we don’t always remember.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains
YOU DON’T BELONG
You can only close your eyes for so long,
Your inner voice knows when something is wrong;
However hard you try to feel among,
You won’t be accepted where you don’t belong.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
STAY THE COURSE
Cycles come around in their own time
But if you feel it, stay the course,
Mount your hill, your pain, your woman, climb,
Jedi, the faithful are fortified by the Force.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
THE HURTING SPACE
Allow yourself the space to hurt, To mourn, to miss what is gone; If your tears want to wet your shirt, Let them fall, and flow, and run. Give yourself enough time to heal, The heart needs a while to transform; To intuit, to perceive, to deeply feel Is for the heart simply the norm. Walk away slowly from your past, No need to rush, you’re not coming back. Take in everything, first to the last, And then continue down that one-way track. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
SOMETHING’S HAPPENING
New things start When you’re not looking Old things end When you’re not looking New things start When you’re not looking In Creation’s kitchen There is always something cooking. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
