There is always something to say And no one to say it to The heart is a deep wide bay Where stories and strangers sail into To quietly offload, sit and recuperate Locked in the soliloquy of the seeker The pain-cooked rebirth to elevate Phoenix back to Light in a world grown bleaker. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner rivero
Of Travel And Sojourn
THE TRAIN
The train is full of hopes And full of broken hearts Full of starts and stops A moving story of many parts. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
THE TRAIN WILL DEPART
The Train will depart It will move If you’re on it, you’ll leave the station behind If you’re on the platform, it will leave you behind But when the time comes the train will depart And two people who’ve Until that moment been together will part. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
MARCH TOWARDS APRIL
So many things ending in my life this month, as March ends. And so many things starting. Looking forward to April. Is my heart big enough to contain and bear it all? Yes, my heart is always big enough. And when it isn’t, it simply grows some more, grows again.
Aries, as ever, you end the old and bring the new. For me, to me, in me.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains
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
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
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
TIME TO PART
It’s time to part With peace of heart, Reconciliation the chart - Lord, how great Thou art. Finally letting go Of pain and sorrow, Of wanting and woe - You reap what you sow. You forgive, forget and grow. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
BEFORE I SLEEP
The tropical warmth With teeth as strong as roots Beating on lion skin drums Evening voiced on bamboo flutes Fleeting memory That happened too long ago To be remembered properly Before I sleep more miles to go. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
THE LONELY JOURNEY
The lonely journey Following your intuition Following your conviction Following your sensing Constantly needing someone But having no one To talk to. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
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