WHERE THE HEART BELONGS

Someone who doesn’t take you with both hands, willingly and eagerly and totally, that person is not your home, nor you theirs. No matter how much it hurts, tear yourself away from them and move on.

Wounds heal with time.

We live in two worlds simultaneously. The one world is politics and society, is work and recreation, is projects and ambitions and all kinds of responsibilities, is ideologies, and is even family too sometimes. This is the one world, in which we chase achievements.

But there is another world in which we also live. It is deeper, is more subtle, more intense, quieter, and often very invisible. It is the loves that come and go; the tears and longings that burn our hearts; the seldom laughter of genuine joy; the raw friendships; the secret passionate love affairs; the intimately guarded happy home; the given trust and the broken trust; it is the real us deep inside.

We live in these two worlds simultaneously. And then time passes, and we die. And our obituary is full of what we did in the one world. While all our memories from the other world depart with us quietly in our hearts. And in the hearts of those who shared it with us.

Wounds will heal with time. But, while you’re on that journey, don’t go to where your heart does not belong. Seek your happiness in being true to yourself, always.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains

GOOD FOR THE SAKE OF YOU

When you do the right thing, you’re doing it for yourself. Always remember that. And let that be your motivation, your reward and your joy. Because you have to live with yourself always, and there is nothing worse than living with someone you don’t respect, someone you don’t trust, someone you don’t like and someone who is not in sync with you. And that person is yourself.

You are your own home, your own paradise or hell, and your own purgatory too in whom you have to recognise, discipline, purify and transform yourself. You are all you have. Handle yourself with care and with thought, with integrity. Any lesson you would like to teach your children one day, or wish you taught your children once upon a time, teach that lesson to yourself today. Lessons of character. Regard yourself as your first and last and only true child. If that child dies, you die.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains

WHAT’S REALLY IMPORTANT?

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

THE FINAL IMPRESSION

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

THE SEARCH FOE HAPPINESS

There is a pursuit on which we all are, a selfish or simply a personal pursuit; the pursuit of happiness. Everybody who connects with you does so in the course of their own pursuit of happiness. Once they become convinced that they cannot find happiness with you or through you, they will leave you. Don’t take it personal. Because you are also on a similar journey in your own life and in your own path.

Everything you do, everything you hope for, everybody you relate with, it is – finally – with the desire and with the expectation that you will find happiness there. Happiness is our paradise, it is our goal, it is what we all seek. The balance is to be able to find happiness without negatively impacting your physical or ethereal environment, and without unfairly and unjustly diminishing another person’s happiness as the price of yours.

But, somehow, you will still sometimes make others unhappy just to make yourself happy. It is unavoidable. And Vice versa. Because we are imperfect maturing developing beings. When they leave you, leave them too and move on, in the pursuit of your own happiness. If you seek, one day you shall find. In this life or in another, if you continue to seek happiness with a good heart and a pure mind, one day you shall happiness truly and deeply find.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains

IS TIME A CIRCLE?

Is time a circle, not a line?
Does it have a center?
A Center to which we return
When we lose our Center?
A moment in our childhood,
A time from another life,
Something that never changes,
A piece of eternal life.
A recurring dejavu -
I have been here before
And so have you
Like Waves on the sea shore.
The seasons recur for a reason
The past repeats itself intermittently
We come from the Future
And it is waiting for us to return impatiently.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

I DREAM EVERY TIME I FALL ASLEEP

I dream every time I fall asleep
And it’s always one adventure or the other;
Conversations with beloveds I keep,
My best friend, my father, my brother,
And strangers too with whom I laugh and weep
And fight and love and comfort one another;
The dangers are real, the emotions are deep,
Every fear, every tear, every worry and bother;
At times I weightless fly, or I burdened creep,
Through encounters that liberate or smother,
But I’m always conscious even in the Deep,
As awake as a baby born out of its mother.
For I have vows to keep and sowed seeds to reap -
And before it gets lighter it will get darker -
And miles to go and never really sleep.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

UNDULATING PLAINS

“Undulating Plains” is the section where I sprawl my thoughts and intuitions out as prose. I wander and I wonder, through my mind and heart, across the length and breath of my inner life, dredging the depths and crowning the heights, as I stride ever forward in the long arch of my continuous existence, spanning many incarnations, like a sojourner travelling seekingly over these undulating plains and varied landscape of the many planes of existence in this wonderful Creation of God.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains

YOUR LADDER OF POEMS

A poem at a time
Gradually I climb
Out of my well of wishes
Out of my well of clichés
Out of my well of unbeing
Into my wellbeing.

Don’t let the machine write your mind
Think for yourself or you’ll grow blind
What you seek is what you’ll find -
Moving on, don’t leave your true self behind.

AI might be the future’s tool -
But stay human and don’t be its fool.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

BE WHO YOU ARE

It does not matter who your father is,
Or was. It only matters who you are;
Throw off the reputational burden of his
Life, whether a nobody, a crook or a star.

It does not matter who your mother is,
Was, or will be. You have your own destiny.
Be firm in rejecting her spirit’s liabilities,
Nor bask in her glory. Write your own story.

Never ever allow family to be your bondage.
If wealth is not health, detach and go higher.
The chains of name, blood, and heritage
Are human assumptions, not God’s desire.

God wants each unique creature to be true,
So experience and enrich the world as You.
Free your children too from the Obligation to
Follow, serve, help, complete or redeem you.

If your story happens to be your family’s too,
Then so be it, that’s who you genuinely are.
But if your story is totally different and new,
Don’t feel guilty; accept and be who you are.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river