If there were no time There would be no pleasure For there would be no experiencing, No piling up of inner treasure, No maturing, no developing, No struggle against which to measure Growth, delicious, ever unfolding, For eternity gained is the time spent. If there were no time, If Everything happened in one moment, There would be no rhyme. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
transition
REFLECTIONS ON TRANSITION
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.
RENEWAL
Every end is a bend
Every conclusion is a transition
Every termination is a transformation
The terminal
Is diurnal
Life means undeath
Unsheath the wreath
Catch your eternal breath
My friend.
– che chidi chukwumerije
DISAPPEARING
That which is over
Feels like a dream
Even if it ended
Just yesterday
No matter how far in the past
No matter how far away
An unended story lies
It is with you here today
The heart is a miracle of chapters
Where pages grow blank
And as the days turn to nights and back
So life turns the pages of your heart.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
TRANSITION
What is adulthood
But childhood lost?
Shopping for arrival
But at what cost?
Goodbye because I want
Welcome because I must
Morning to ashes
Laughter to dust.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
