Mein Herz hört nicht auf zu bluten - und das fühlt sich so schön an - und meinen Kopf mit Gedanken zu fluten; oh Liebe, was o was hab ich Dir angetan? Du suchst mich wuchtig und gewaltig heim, zerreißt und zerfleischst mein Herz leise… erstickst jede versuchte Flucht im Keim, behältst mich als Dichter auf dieser Weise. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Im Jahrzehnt der deutschen Dichtung
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PARTY TIME
Close the chapter and move on - Life is a party. Put your dancing shoes on And just groove on Be the life of your own party. Many invited guests will fail to show up Don’t worry, the show will still go on Many uninvited guests will crash the party And light the show up Your life is your party and it’s never done Dance on, move on, groove on. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
NEU WIE ALT
Du bist neu wie die alte Sonne die täglich neu ist und neu macht Du bist neu wie kindliche Wonne die wie alte Seele in jungem Körper lacht Du bist jung im Kopf und alt im Geist Ich kenn Dich und kenn Dich nicht irgendwie Du bist jung doch Deine Reife beweist In jedem kindlichem Herz wohnt ein Genie. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Im Jahrzehnt der deutschen Dichtung
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
PATTERNS
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
MITTEN IM GESPRÄCH
Irgendwann schweigen wir und durch unser Schweigen zeigen wir das Vorhandensein von Welten tief in uns jenseits der gekonntesten Redekunst. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Im Jahrzehnt der deutschen Dichtung
TAKE IT EASY
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
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
ZUG NACH VORN
Grauer Morgen Trauer, Sorgen, ziehen ihre Flusswege schwermütig und träge Die Brücke ist aber breiter Das Herz fährt weiter hoffnungsvoll und heiter. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Im Jahrzehnt der deutschen Dichtung
ONCE YOU TASTE TRUE LOVE
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
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