Weil ich gelitten habe
Redet die Nacht, und sachte, mit mir
Und die Nacht wird sachter und sachter
Und sachter immer mehr…
Und dann kommt das Meer
Und sehnt schreiend sich nach Befreiung
Denn ich habe es gefesselt und gefangen
Tief in mir.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Whenever a person says, this is what I want, i.e. whenever a person wills something with his volition, i.e. whenever an act of will emerges from a person, i.e. whenever a person WANTS something either for himself or for others – and they usually go together, because wishing something for others is sometimes the other method of selfishly wishing the opposite for oneself – then Creation gives one an opportunity to know how the effects of that thing feels upon those who are at the receiving end of its effects; so that one will learn if one’s volition was good or bad.
For example, if you wish to be a King, the threads of fate might lead you to be a subject under the kind of King you wanted to be, or eventually became, so that you can experience the true value, or lack of it, of your volition in Creation. If you steal from others, you will get stolen from, or lose what is dear to you in a situation akin to theft – that is, one that for you corresponds to or resembles theft. The time it takes for this lesson to manifest – whether in this earth life or in a future earth life – will not change it. Your soul still needs it.
This activity of reciprocity is an Act of Love on the part of Creation in which is anchored Laws full of the Will of God. For the Will of God is Justice. And Justice is Love.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Wer hat die Tür
Geöffnet? Dafür
Muß er hinaus –
Es ist ein müdes Haus.
Der Stuhl kniet
Unter dem Tisch, beriet
Sich unsichtbar
Mit niemandem offenbar
Gefangen ist der Tisch fest
Denn die Stühle knieen zu sechst:
Eigentlich.
Wer sieht denn alles?
Ignoranz des x-ten Males
Würgt. Langsam atmen
Es ist meistens nur raten
Wenig wissen
Das Weltenhaus ist zerrissen
Eigentlich.
Dieses Gedicht
Endet deshalb heute nicht.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
The real evil is always on a finer level that can often not be directly captured with words. It is what it triggers that confronts us and we can confront, not it itself. The same with the real good. Many times we are trapped in a fruitless struggle against surface-level semantics, unable to enter into a context that can avail us with the possibility of combating the true evil content itself in its origin. Be it a person, a volition, a system or a trend, the character of the material world forces us to fight out the battle on a proxy inaccurate topic-plane, unable to reach the real evil, unable to manifest the real good.
It is the way of the world of matter: to bring good and evil together and yet, ironically, keep them far apart.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
The end is always hard.
Who can part
With the scene of his true living?
We spend our lives dying –
If ever we did anywhere anytime
For a moment live,
Who can with this moment part
From this scene depart
Without a tear?
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Even when you are down
Stay upon the path of honour
And when you are up too
Forget not the path of honour
It is the safeguarding of humanity
The preservation of human nature
Each time you play fair and justly
Regardless of whether it will bring you
Success or failure.
It is not only by joining the WWF
That you can save an endangered species –
Look inward; and make your contribution
By preserving the human in you.
Is there no honour in sports anymore?
Was there never any honour in politics?
To apparel one’s self in the appearance of victory:
Is this worth every means?
When we win like this, who has lost?
Is it not humankind?
The victory of money, power, praise
Upon the path of dishonorable ways
Will haunt humanity’s last days –
It has weakened us
And we have acquired the habit
Of abandoning humanity
Each time we want to achieve our goals.
But you: Deeply observe the dying species
And reflect upon the path of honour
That it still refuses to walk.
The path of honour: Walk this way.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
“Mother always told me: If you tell a lie, always rehearse it. If it doesn’t sound good to you, it won’t sound good to no-one else.”
– Leroy Robert ‘Satchel’ Paige
“When one has one’s hand full of truth, it is not always wise to open it.”
– French proverb
“Tell your friend a lie. If he keeps it secret, then tell him the truth.”
– African proverb
“Nothing hurts a new truth more than an old error.”
– Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
“It is error alone which needs the support of government. Truth can stand by itself.”
– Thomas Jefferson
“Nothing does Reason more right than the coolness of those that offer it. For truth often suffers more by the heat of its defenders than from the arguments of its opposers.”
– William Penn
“A lie can travel halfway around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes.”
– Mark Twain
“Truth that’s told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.”
– William Blake
“The worst you can do to truth is to cloth it in lies – you can never undo it anymore.”
– African proverb
“Follow not truth too near the heels, lest it dash out thy teeth.”
-George Herbert
“I have discovered the art of deceiving diplomats. I speak the truth, and they never believe me.”
– Camillo Benso, Count of Cavour
“Man will occasionally stumble over the truth; but most times he will pick himself up and continue on.”
– Sir Winston Churchill
“My way of joking is to tell the truth.
That’s the funniest joke of all.”
– Muhammad Ali
“Art is a lie which makes us realize the truth.”
– Pablo Picasso
“If you tell a lie big enough and keep repeating it, people will eventually come to believe it. The lie can be maintained only for such time as the State can shield the people from the political, economic and/or military consequences of the lie. It thus becomes vitally important for the State to use all of its powers to suppress dissent; for the truth is the mortal enemy of the lie. And thus, by extension: the Truth is the greatest enemy of the State.”
– Joseph Goebbels (Propaganda Minister, Third Reich)
“Often times, to win us to our harm
The instruments of darkness tell us truths;
Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
In deepest consequence.”
– William Shakespear (Macbeth)
“When you shoot an arrow of truth, dip its point in honey.”
– Arabian proverb
“Tell the truth but tell it slant
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth’s superb surprise
As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind.”
– Emily Dickinson
“There is no story that is not true. Until the lions have their own historians, the history of the hunt will always glorify the hunter. If you don’t like someone’s story, write your own.”
– Chinua Achebe
“What is truth?”
– Pontius Pilate
“The greatest truth is the simplest one.”
– African proverb
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If a true friend is gold, are they poor that have no friends? Or rich by default, for peace of mind is also the lot of the lonely who is spared the irony of the laughter and companionship of false friends?
How often have we met with a friend and parted from a stranger a short while later? In these days of sad revolutions and mixed allegations, of spying and cyber double lives, of migration without integration, of hospitality without sincerity, of religious justice without religious love, of racial regrouping, gender re-evaluation, and social hardening, and of eternal unchanging vices; if you have one friend, just one friend, one true friend, then you have something more precious than silver and gold.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Früh am morgen
Während sich nächtliche Besucher
Wie Fangnetz vom Traum
Auf dem Heimweg machen
Der Baum reckt sich, schüttelt
Den Kopf, atmet ein und aus den Wind
Wer bist Du, Bewegung tausend Gedanken
Rollend schweigsam ins Licht
Das mir aufdämmern möchte?
Es ist ein Fehler, den ich
Oft wiederhole. Ich drehte mich
Um, um nach zu sehen
Und verlor den Faden.
Kluge Köpfe werden mir nun
Den ganzen Tag über Ersatzgedanken
Großzügig und ungebeten liefern
Aber weise Menschen werden mit mir schweigen
Und den Schatz in unserem Geist aufbewahren.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Der Erdenkörper ist ein Betäubungsmittel
Wir sind blind und taub
Und zum Teil auch gelähmt
Das weitaus größere Teil von dem
Was es wahrzunehmen gibt
Bemerken wir nicht
Wir sehen es nicht, hören es nicht, fühlen es nicht
Wohl weil wir fleischlich eingemummt sind
Allein die Lichtsehnsucht kann uns befreien
Von aller Stofflichkeit.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
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