PARTS OF STORIES

The person you think is in your story is also in someone else’s story. Never think a person is exclusively yours, even if they tell you so. It only depends on the form and context, on the depth and scope, and on the intensity and exact nature, of their role in your story and their roles in other people’s stories as well. Just like you are in many people’s stories, so is even the person closest to you maybe even closer still to someone else in that other person’s story. People are interconnected in ways nobody can fathom.

And you can only see your story, but lack complete access into the world of the other person’s story. You only know the character a person plays in your story, but you would be surprised if you ever saw the character that same person plays in another person’s story. Never will you know all the parts of a story, only some – if you are lucky, maybe the relevant ones. Never will you know all the people in a person’s story. And never ever will you know all the stories in which a person features – not even the person closest and dearest to you. Just like only God knows all the stories that you too are a part of.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains

MAY YOU

May you grow
Like the flowers you love so much

May you sow
Seeds of fruits that nourish as such

May you glow
Under the purity of a true lover’s touch

May you know
Honesty to which you can safely clutch.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

WOUNDED TERRAIN

I‘m riding on the train
And riding through my pain
When I’m done if I’m still sane
I won’t come this way again.

The experience is a strain
On my heart and on my brain
Riding through wounded terrain
Where my trust was slain.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

DISILLUSIONMENT AND DISENCHANTMENT

Sometimes when you’re inner eyes open and you gradually begin to see and recognise a person for who and what they really are, you experience such a shocking, deep and grave Disappointment, that you almost wish you could close your inner eyes again, in order to retain the former beautiful picture of this person that you used to have. But it is all in vain. Your heart can never ever forget again what it has seen and what it now knows and sees. Truth is the most beautiful, but also the ugliest, thing you will ever encounter. But, the good thing is, it will set you free.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains

WITHOUT A TRACE

There was once a person
I once knew her for a short while
I don’t know what happened to her
Or who she became or what lifestyle
I have no idea where she is now
I never discovered where she went to
Or who she mixed herself up with, if any
If she still exists, what she’s going through
But she made my heart childlike
Before she suddenly disappeared
Without a trace -

I pray to God, Who knows it all,
To always be with her wherever she is
And give her protection, progress and peace
And guide her to a beautiful place
Full of flowers, true love, honesty and bliss.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

PEOPLE WHO LOVE YOU

People who love you,
Hurt on account of you.
But, for some reason,
It is those who don’t care
That you’re always pleasing
And trying to keep near.

I wish you so well
If I were a wishing well
You could daily draw
And daily drink to your fill
And when you withdraw
The forest becomes still.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

THE LOUD CROWD

The loud crowd
Is soft to my heart
Their warmth is gold
When they smile they hold
My heart with love untold
In their family fold.
Good people don’t need
To be perfect to lead -
Their goodness leads you home.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

FOR INTIMACY

Attraction is not enough
Seduction is not enough
Arousal is not enough
Being turned on is not enough
Being in the mood is not enough
Horniness is not enough
Boredom is not enough
Playfulness is not enough 
Liking a lot is not enough
Friendship is not enough
A craving need is not enough
Curiosity is not enough 
Propensity is not enough
And even love is not enough
Not any longer -
I need the deepest inner feeling
That’s compatible and stronger
In sync with spiritual healing.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

https://pin.it/1xbgGlrL0

WRONG AND RIGHT

How can something so strong
be so wrong? Go so wrong?
We don’t belong to our emotions,
they belong to us, but our devotions
are more accurate and honest,
what we long for the strongest.
Pain brings so much blessing
to every soul that learns its lesson
and undergoes transformation,
maturation and the realisation
that it wasn’t wrong after all,
it was a strong and jarring Call
to wake up before you fall.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

EVERY FACE

Every face is a story
Every grimace tells of lost glory
Every I’m sorry
Every Don’t worry
Reawakens a thousand year old history
And solves quietly a complicated mystery
From a long forgotten story.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river