Love

LEARNING BY GIVING AND TAKING

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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

RESPONSIBILITY

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Sometimes when people disappoint you, it is because they are following, or seeking, the experiences that will mature them. Were they to suppress the urge, or to ignore the chance, to follow those experiences – just in order not to disappoint you – yes, you would have your loyal beholden person in your life, but they would have thereby killed themselves inside. Is that what you want?

If you love something, give it the freedom of choice of experiencing. Let it grow. Whether this means that it stays with you or leaves you, let it search by itself for the paths towards becoming its best self. For the urge to do so rests within each one of us, as an unremovable part of being a human Spirit. – The urge to embark on the journey of becoming oneself. Not every decision will be right, but Mistakes are sometimes the best teachers; and every experience can help you a step further towards becoming your real self, if you always make the effort to understand the lesson in them.

And, paradoxically, you can only become yourself by being yourself. The more you take responsibility for yourself, the more you grow towards yourself. Every seeker will always disappoint somebody – and sometimes the person they disappoint will be the person with whom they share the strongest bond of love. It is the price we all pay for taking full responsibility for our own ship of fate.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

BELIEF

~ Che

Sometimes when you kill a person, he keeps on living because he does not know that you have killed him. He keeps on living because he believes in you and it is this belief that keeps him alive. Until the day he learns that you already killed him, long ago. Then he dies.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

A NEW WORKING

~ Che

Often, on new year’s day
I said: new life
But today I feel it.

Often I had new year’s resolutions
But this year I feel them
Already I live them
For the first time in my life.

It took all of 43 years to get here
And decades of resolutions.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije

LOVE WITHOUT AMBITION

~ Che

There is still so much to draw from
So much love
It becomes easy if
You don’t pair it with Ambition.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije

PAIN LIKE A STREAM

~ Che

Like a stream runs this ancient heart of mine. I write truest and best when I am in pain and all alone; this is when I write down tomorrow’s pieces. Not when I am happy and relaxed; lazy, immature me.

When I have comfort, I forget, I become complacent. When there is peace, I laugh, which is good, but I also fall asleep, which is dangerous and wrong.

Maybe two thousand years from now I will be mature enough to be happy and be inwardly mobile simultaneously –

Pending this day, however, pain will be the helper of the Poet and of the wanderer. Pain and love and longing. To Keep me awake, to drive me onwards…

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

VOICES NEAR

~ Che

Has Music jarred you through and through before? I don’t mean the base, coarse Music of now. I’m talking about the High Trumpets of the Immortal Realms. Have you heard them before?

Have you heard your heart beat before? I mean not the muscle. I’m talking about the leap of the flame in you when Heaven gave you a Name. What’s your Name?

Show me your friends, man, and I’ll tell you who you are – your real friends. Show me your Palms and I’ll teach you your destiny.

Have you ever before been blinded by dazzling Sunlight? Not the sun in the sky, but the Sun Above All Skies. – Show me your face, sister, and I’ll read a Million things thereupon.

Yesterday gave birth to today. Today yields tomorrow, the known unknown.

When I am alone, alone, sometimes, I remember my brother faraway… Not he who died recently, but he who has never once died. The Immortal Spirit whom I knew – before we were born as brothers on earth – in a blue Kingdom far so far away. A Kingdom whose Name, if I ever knew it, I have long forgotten.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

YOU SAID

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You said you were coming
I said I’d be waiting

You said you wouldn’t be long gone
I said I’d be waiting

You said it was only temporary
I said I’d be waiting…

Nine breaths
Nine years
Nine life-times

And I’m still waiting.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

WHERE ARE YOU?

~ Che

Where are you?

There is a song in my head
Yearning to be sung to you

There is a thirst in my Soul
Waiting to be quenched by you

There is a smile in my heart
Longing to be smiled at you

So where are you?

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

LET IT BE LOVE

~ Che

When a flower is touched by the rays of the morning sun, it opens up, touched by love; and one says that the opening was done in love because it was opened in the daytime, by the light.

But when a flower opens up in the night, it too might have been opened up by the light, the soft moonlight or the warm embrace of a gentle night wherein lives quietly love too. For some flowers love the day and some flowers bloom at night.

But a brutal Hand, a treacherous laugh, a cruel hungry storm, will not wait for day or night; it will prise open its stolen prize, and pride will pay a heavy Price, for it will be broken. So, let it be love, dear. Because nature wants to take her course, not give her curse.

At the right time
In the right way
In all simplicity and naturalness
Gentleness and in trust

My dear Child, let it be Love.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.