Is time a circle, not a line? Does it have a center? A Center to which we return When we lose our Center? A moment in our childhood, A time from another life, Something that never changes, A piece of eternal life. A recurring dejavu - I have been here before And so have you Like Waves on the sea shore. The seasons recur for a reason The past repeats itself intermittently We come from the Future And it is waiting for us to return impatiently. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
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DON’T WASTE TIME
I don‘t waste time. There is no wasted second Or minute or hour in my day. A day with me Is a month with many others Every moment counts everyday. Every thought, word, Every action, emotion, every intuition Everything has a role to play Everybody I meet Has something to return to me Or is someone I must rightly repay. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 