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
English
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
MOVING THROUGH WORLDS
Moving through worlds Like a thought moving through minds - Changing and being changed By everything and everyone one finds. Worlds as different as different can be, Minds as far apart as distance can be, Hearts as strange as strangers can be, And yet in all these places you still can be. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
SOMEONE
You will hurt somebody And somebody will hurt you You will heal somebody And somebody will heal you You will help somebody And somebody will help you You will hinder somebody And somebody will hinder you. For every vice And for every virtue There’s someone to take it And someone to give it to you. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
MANY PARTS
A day is full of many days And a night is full of many nights The way is divided into many ways And the Light will awaken all your lights. True love has many parts And moves many listeners’ hearts And nothing can ever tear true lovers apart. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
ACCEPTING THAT
Accepting that you are not the one
for the one you love and want the most
is the most hurtful pain to sleep upon
Night after night hugging a ghost.
Accepting rejection without rejecting acceptance
of and by yourself and those who love and value you
is a difficult and uphill task, a complicated dance,
but also a chance for you to liberate and revalue you.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
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