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WHAT’S REALLY IMPORTANT?

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The concept of “importance”, the way it exists for us, does not exist to God. What is important to God is the purity, health and harmony of His Creation, and the proper development of all its inhabitants in accordance with His Will.

A soul who, in our opinion, was very “important” in one earthlife can incarnate as a complete “nobody” – again judged by our concept – in the next. Obscurity and fame are both irrelevant to God, just as material wealth and material poverty play no role in determining our true value in God’s Creation. What we consider to be “good health” and “ill health” are but temporary conditions of our physical shells. Of more importance to the Divine Will is the condition of our spirit.

Paradise is a place of good spirits, and this is what is still lacking on earth. That is why “Thy Kingdom come” remains still just a prayer and not yet a reality, because His Will is yet to be done by us on earth as It is in Heaven. This is why we do not yet have Paradise here on earth too.

Nothing else is important. Not political power or military might; not wealth, fame or status; and not many other things and people to which we attach importance. The only thing that matters is the kind of soul you are, not just deep inside your heart, but also in your manifest action. Irrespective of whether you be the most unknown and obscure person in some invisible place somewhere, or whether you be the most visible and powerful person on earth.

It sounds strange, and it is hard to grasp, but the truth is that on that plane where eternal life plays itself out, the only thing that matters is character – true spiritual character. The good man and the good woman – the truly good people – are the ones who become the kings and queens. A completely different scenario from what obtains on Earth, on this temporary theatre where our physical life takes place.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains

PATTERNS

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One thing about life
Patterns repeat themselves
Next thing about life
Patterns repeat themselves
Another thing about life
Patterns repeat themselves

Until you break them.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

TAKE IT EASY

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Possibilities of joy
are ruined by probabilities of sorrow
Today will annoy
the hell out of the peace of tomorrow

Stay simple
Don’t believe the hype
A tiny ripple
won’t burst your pipe
if you don’t turn it into a big wave -
Worry is deceptive, don’t be its slave.

Be simple in expectation
Be simple in perception
Be simple in deliberation
Be simple in expression.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

THE FINAL IMPRESSION

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The last picture we have of a person determines what we continue to think about that person; and yet that person might have changed the very next day after the last time we saw them.

But for years and decades after that we continue to hold this picture and this opinion about the person.

And should our paths ever cross again we usually begin to relate again to that person and that opinion and that picture and that character that was the one we last experienced and remember.

So, we end up talking to a ghost and missing the real person right there in front of us.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains

ONCE YOU TASTE TRUE LOVE

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Once you taste true love
Lust becomes a mechanical chore
Pleasure is no longer enough
You want something more.

You learn to recognise the grain
And separate it from the chaff -
You want to feel that joy again
You want your heart to laugh.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

FREE

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Free me
Let me
Be me
Let me
Be free
Set me
Free.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

LOOKING EVERYWHERE

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When people find what they are looking for
They find it’s not what they are looking for
And then they begin to look for
Clarity about what they are really looking for.

And they look for clarity everywhere,
In everything, in every way, they dare
Every adventure, no matter how rare,
Every experience that might get them there.

Because the possession of clarity
About one’s path and identity
Is the actual meaning of true life-quality
And the paramount shaper of reality.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

THE EARTH SCHOOL

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There are some people
Who just don’t deserve good people,
Yet good people will be meet them
Because they’re a part of the system;
There’s nothing you can do about that.

As long as you walk this earth,
You deserve every experience you get;
You signed up for it before birth
And now you have to run the gauntlet -
There’s nothing you can do about that.

Welcome to the school of maturing,
Of pain, temptation, of debt incurring -
But you CAN conquer after long enduring.
Now I don’t know if you find this reassuring,
But there’s nothing you can do about that.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

MY PATH

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I‘m just on my lonely path
But very few people know
And even those that know
Still don’t really know
Because how can you know
What I don’t truly show?
The nature of my sorrow
The depth of my flow
For I still have many miles to go
In my search for tomorrow
And only I truly know
The loneliness of my path.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

SELF-CONTROL

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There are some you don’t take,
Even when they make themselves available,
For heaven’s and your dignity‘s sake -
Pleasure today will tomorrow be regrettable.

The line you draw will be your lifeline,
A line as high and thick as it is invisible and fine.
The gap you maintain will maintain your pride;
If you cross it, shame will become the great divide.

Some things it’s better not to do,
Not because of what you’ll gain or not gain,
But because of what it will take from you;
It can’t be repaired by even the deepest pain.

Honour makes a nation
And integrity makes a state -
The day you learn to resist temptation
Is the day you become great.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river