This opening of the path
the path into
into the inner
inner worlds
worlds of wonder
wonder of humanity
humanity's mystery...
'tis a mystery that begs mastering
demands mastering
enforces mastering...
those that flow and run like the river are those that will enter into this opening
this opening of the path
the path into
into the inner
inner worlds
worlds of wonder
wonder of humanity
humanity's mystery.
Diversity.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
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Montag, 24. August 2009
Reminiscing your river
Your depth again, how wonderful...
a thousand suns shinning brightly, but I know a brighter moon...
your eyes, two moons
reflected light, you say?
nay, brighter
for the light whose reflection they are
is the light of insight
deep deep inside
as bright as the day was, more luminous is the quiet night,
portal of light eternal
there, far far away
nearer than thoughts can breach,
and never really reach
the things you, with a few humble words,
always teach...
tales by moonlight
the sleep that followed,
was it a dreaming or an awakening?
arising into a new dawn
not with a memory of dreams forgotten
or tales unremembered
in your thoughts
but full of the bursting thirst
in your heart
to set a world aglow
and pull the waters of a sleeping river
from deep underground
up, out into the day-conscious surface
of another thinking mind
watch the waters, how they rise
free of binding ties
river river, there’s a bird that cries
as it flies along
and doesn’t know why…
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
a thousand suns shinning brightly, but I know a brighter moon...
your eyes, two moons
reflected light, you say?
nay, brighter
for the light whose reflection they are
is the light of insight
deep deep inside
as bright as the day was, more luminous is the quiet night,
portal of light eternal
there, far far away
nearer than thoughts can breach,
and never really reach
the things you, with a few humble words,
always teach...
tales by moonlight
the sleep that followed,
was it a dreaming or an awakening?
arising into a new dawn
not with a memory of dreams forgotten
or tales unremembered
in your thoughts
but full of the bursting thirst
in your heart
to set a world aglow
and pull the waters of a sleeping river
from deep underground
up, out into the day-conscious surface
of another thinking mind
watch the waters, how they rise
free of binding ties
river river, there’s a bird that cries
as it flies along
and doesn’t know why…
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
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