There is in me a longing
For a place
A longing which no place on earth
Can satisfy
Because I long for Home –
There is in me a yearning
For a love
A yearning which no human love
Can satisfy
Because I yearn for the Light –
But, on the other side of
The mountain peak
There is a woman to whom my
Heart belongs…
But there she is, beyond my reach
Just a tear away –
But I do not know how to cry.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
There is a select few who
Understand how to unite the two
Warring worlds into a peaceful third –
They are the irregularly winged bird
That closes spaces with one sweep
And with a hundred beats doth barely creep
Forward.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
A boy gave to a girl
A string of promises
Each vow was a pearl
And he strung eleven pearls together
On a silver cord
And presented them to her
As a parting gift…
But those who sow must reap.
She gave his string of pearls
To the man she really loved
And he gave it to the woman
He really loved
She gave it to the person
She really loved
Who gave it to the one
Most truly beloved
And so on and on
Until one day
The boy’s string of promises
Found its way
Back to him
Unbroken.
– C.he Chidi Chukwumerije
Ich fühle mich zu sehr geborgen
Zu viel, das Lächeln
Zu wenig, das Lachen an sich
Kein Feuer mehr. Schlafsesselige Seele.
Gift.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Der Wind weht wieder
Der sich so lange gelegt
Eine Feder fühlt sich neu bewegt
Ein Blatt, ein Herz voller Lieder
Unruhig und kurz war der Winterschlaf
Kein Schnee, kein Schweigen
Sehr wach, sehr eigen
Ein Schiff halb geankert am Haf’
Nur diese eine Nacht
Letztes Wochenende
Ein paar Schneeflocken haben gebracht
Die ganze Weltenwende.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
After love was killed, it rose again. After day was banished, it returned again. After joy was smothered, it shone again. After ours was buried,… there – it resurrects.
But I wonder: when the universe sings in unison, do we hear music or do we hear again the first silence? But I know: when eternity smiles or laughs, no heart can help but smile and laugh along. Now the question is: who will point out to us the Way back into the fabled land of tomorrow? Only Today can do it, out of whom Tomorrow is ever and again born.
And like strange mists are all those myths which reassure us of the Immortality of spirit and love. You may not quite see through them with your understanding; but if you are patient, they finally turn out to yield the truth. Because when the mists break and un-form, you see again the very same road they once had shrouded.
But is this poetry? Or is this love? Or did Word and Spirit ever meet, or ever part?
Soon the Mists will break open and we shall see what lies inside this heart…
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
He who will change something
Must break something
Sang none other
Than the fragile little butterfly…
Wings to unwind a universe.
He who will change something
Must break something
Sang none other
Than the fragile little chicken
To the other struggling egg.
And my mother placed her burning palm
On my heart, asked me to stay…
It was balm, but he who will change
Something must break something
A generation away
Sometimes you just have to
Break away.
The hoe cracked the hearth
The sower smiled
Rebirth cracked the palm kernel of death
Death learned from rebirth
About the quest for a higher birth
The reaper smiled.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
What is a kingdom to a God?
What is a moon to a sun?
What is thought to intuition?
What do you care?
Just dare!
When you are smashed
By your blasphemous Ambition
You will emerge
From out of the ruins of your kingdom
The shells of your broken personality…
Plant your mind
Like a budding tree
Into the deep dark soil of
Your intuition –
Let the Gardner sow
Let the Gardner tend
Let the Gardner reap.
That is why it took me so long
To realise we were always separating
Our love was always an ending
Never a commencing
A world is not enough for a home.
A grain of sand will do
When love is true.
O who would have known it was a love story
When our swords first clashed?
O who would have known it was a war
When our lips first met?
And Growth.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Bottling up the thoughts
Will not get rid of them
Yet speaking them all too soon
Is folly…
In the depth of silence
Assuming silence to be a lake
There is a cave
Wherein it glows like
Happiness
Bury your thoughts quietly within this
Cave of silent happiness
And no matter how rough a storm it be
That rocks the lake…
When all is calm again
Your thoughts
Will emerge matured and multiplied
And urge you
Urge you to set them free…
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 