INNER SPIRIT

It‘s not the outer age,
It‘s the inner Spirit and Sage
That determines superiority.

It’s neither youth nor ignorance
But lack of humility
That determines inferiority.

We are not of sand and dust
We are spirit and immortal ghost
Marching towards eternity.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

MOVE!

Move! You have to move!
Always you have to move move move!
Change change change! Move
And move again and again
Keep moving keep changing your lane
Joy and pain sunshine and rain playing and praying
And always adjusting and recalibrating
And moving and moving and moving
And constantly growing and improving.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

WALKING AND TALKING

Walking myself
Through the corridors of dull greyness
Talking to myself
Until I become free of all my bitterness
For it doesn’t matter who has hurt me
I am nothing special
I have hurt many too, irreparably, deeply,
With this my heart must wrestle.

Walking and whistling
Talking and thinking
Of what I’m receiving
Whenever I’m grieving
Spiritual resetting
Not ever forgetting
Destiny re-weaving
Deep inner perceiving.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

READY OR NOT

By the time you’re ready for me
I’ll be ready for me too
I’ll no longer need you to
Complete me and hold steady for me.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

DOING IS HARDER

Most of us are weak
Strong only in theory -
To reach the mountain-peak
Is easy in a paper story -
Never underestimate One week
It’s still Seven Days of weary
Struggle through prospects bleak
To attain the crown of glory.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

GO YOUR WAY

Don‘t take everything
That comes your way
For the way has everything

The way will make you lose your way
If you believe everything
And take everything
That the way brings your way

Learn to look away
From the way
When the way
Is not going your way

Know the way
And know your way
And know the difference.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

PAIN YIELDS GAIN

Bearing pain
Is like rearing Gain -
You tend it patiently
‘Til it yields fruits abundantly
And then you plant again.

It’s a circle of pain
The farmer breaks the ground to plant the seed
The seed breaks its shell to yield the feed
Our teeth crush the feed to tend our need
Our need disciplines itself not to turn into greed
So that we still retain enough feed
To sow again.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

UNMISSING A PERSON

You know, when you do not
Want to stop missing a person, but…

One morning you rise
and go through the day and only
In the evening do you realise
That today you forgot to be lonely

And in that moment when you remember
That person, you wait for the familiar pain…
But as sure as August breaks into September
The ache is gone, you’ll never feel it again.

You know, when you do Not
Want to stop missing a person…
Because missing that person
Is the only thing you’ve still got -
But…

One day even that leaves you too.
Yes, even you.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

AI CANNOT SATISFY

AI
Cannot satisfy
The longing for reality
The thirst for humanity
It can only replicate duplicate
Reiterate concentrate elucidate
Our past in all its profusion
The sum of all our confusion
Neatly packaged in a way
That appeals to our Today
But it will not give us anything new.
The future is still the spirit’s purview.
If we want the new then we must
Do what we have in the past
Always done to grow: Let go of the past.
Raising the intuition above the intellect
We much reach deep within our depths
And pull the new out from ourselves
Because there is a magic that flows from Above
Into our Intuition, our secret treasure trove.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

TIME MATTERS

If there were no time
There would be no pleasure
For there would be no experiencing,
No piling up of inner treasure,
No maturing, no developing,
No struggle against which to measure
Growth, delicious, ever unfolding,
For eternity gained is the time spent.
If there were no time,
If Everything happened in one moment,
There would be no rhyme.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river