Once you burst the bubble, Spare yourself the trouble; Nothing that you do can ever bring it back again. The bubble had its season, The bursting had its reason; Their veracity’s value Is not diminished by your pain. The past looks real but isn’t, The gift is in the present; It makes you transform You - The only goal you can truly attain. Metamorphosis is life’s pleasure, It’s a treasure beyond measure; It makes you constantly renew Your focus on your spiritual lane. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
the present
MIND THE MOMENT
Your time will always pass
And it will pass at a time
Least convenient to you
Just as it came at a time
Not quite expected by you
And lasted for a length of time
Unappreciated by you.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
LOVE YOUR FRIENDS TODAY
Souls stranded at sea
Search-pilots say they are ghosts
Whisping like clouds on frothing waves
But fishermen swear they are worried human faces
Who approach with one plea:
To send one last message back home
Before they vanish:
It will be well
Until we meet again.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
LOVE THOSE YOU HAVE TODAY
So, your enemy
Disguised as a friend
Separated you from
Your real friend, in the end.
Well, it’s all good, it’s all good
Wear not regret as a crown of thorns
Love those you have today.
What use is the morning’s advice
If you understand it only in the evening,
When it’s too late
You think?
The day is already gone
Well, it’s all good, it’s all good
Love the night too
The moon is a growing sun.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
LOVE TODAY
When you see the future
It becomes the past
And the future becomes again
Unknown to you
To spend your life exploring your future
Is to spend your time scrutinizing your past
It is to miss all the joy and pain
The moment holds for you.
There is only one future
The result of what you do today
There is only one past
Tomorrow it will be today.
Love me today. Make a new tomorrow
Hope is my crystal ball
I see your heart aching for laughter
And laughter after laughter.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
ONCE YOU MISS IT, IT IS GONE
A wishing star slid across the nightsky yesterday while we all slept, it went and we missed it. A strange and beautiful, gentle, sea-creature, never before seen, surfaced briefly out of the Pacific two fullmoons ago. It stayed upon the waters for a few weeks and then disappeared again into the mysterious depths from which it came, and nobody but nobody saw it.
A new bird appeared briefly in the noonsky and vanished in the blink of an eye, and nobody saw what happened. You did not understand the tongue he spoke, and by the time you did he was already speaking another tongue, you missed it and it was gone, whatever it was he first said in that first tongue.
The moment always holds the greatest treasures, spark-lightning, flashes of pure intuition, a brief something between the eyes, and if you did not see it while it lived, you never know it ever did.
How many times? How many times, my dear? How many more times?
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
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