reflections

REFLECTIONS ON TRANSITION

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The earth is the mother
And the physical body the womb
In which the soul incubates and grows
Before birth into the beyond.

Each time we on earth are born
We have but been sunk
As a seed into a surrogate mother’s womb
To grow there a little strong.

Death is but the midwife
Dying the throes of labour and pain
Someone misses you each time you are born
Something receives you back at death again.

And all the things you did on earth
Shall be as a dream in the womb
So heed your spirit even while in the flesh
For it alone remembers its home.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

PLANE FLIGHT

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An azure mind paints lightly the horizon
Its thoughts a cloudy mess
That grow old too quickly and fall to
Your knees from these incontinent skies

Like a stranger walking through the
Valley of the Shadow of Death
I trek noiselessly through my thoughts
And leave the plane-flying to the pilots

The reason why these things are writing me
Is because I have ripped out old pages
And need to be re-marked, re-bled, re-lined
For I have lost my old mind.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

MIRROR MIND (A Duet)

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I’m looking at a person in the mirror
He mirrors my thoughts but not my actions
We stare each other quietly in the eye
Then I hide the mirror again in my closet
And walk away

I can no longer look at my reflection.
For it shows my weakness and my fear.
It’s as if the picture that paints my surface
has been discolored by my truth.

There will be no sun without a morning
There will be no lake without a mirror
If I claim to be dead, then I’m still alive
The frozen spark trapped inside is a spirit outside
Looking in

Grasping for what seems like eternity
to the small amount of existence I have left.
Aching for the courage and strength to
break through the barrier of acceptance.
Continuously wishing for hope to surround me.

And so shall it be, I touch myself
My lows, my highs, my spark,
The mirror cracks, the image is gone
Because I have come.

– (Che Chidi Chukwumerije / Deana Burson)
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This is a duet I did with Deana at My thoughts on the subject are as follows.
If you havent read her work yet, please do. She is a restless writer with a gifted imagination.

REFLECTIONS

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The reflections of the things we love
Reside in our hearts,
A descendant of the primordial dove
Within everybody darts…

Dart on, dart on, star of heaven –
Eagle, dove or raven.

The reflections of the things we seek
Reside in our souls,
Be they bright or be they bleak,
Fulfilling their roles…

Play on, play on, lead us there –
We must pay our fare!

The reflections of the things we are
Flicker in our eyes;
An angel, a beast or a solitary star
That never ever dies…

Shine on, shine on, little star –
I know who you are.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.