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Our Search for Happiness

Our search for happiness is actually the search for God; it is the search for this Golden Age when Soul dwelt in the high worlds of Spirit and the high worlds of God.
-Harold Klemp

Monday, June 16, 2008

To Professor J.D. Amin

Your Watch and Time

Take this watch
As we watch in appreciation.
See this watch
As we see your worth.
Check your time
As it's bullish in stock term.
Tick! Tack! Tick! Tack! Tick! Tack!
In seconds, time writes you a cheque
In minutes, time defines your value
In hours, time declares your legacy
In days, time reveals your will
In time, we shall know who inherits your seal
Watch the time, as the events unfold
Tick! Tack! Tick! Tack! Tick! Tack!
Step by step
Strides into the future
As fame greets your adventure
And we watch in the hall of heroes
Welcome and embrace the time
Enjoy and use the time
Thanks for the time you wear on your wrist
For reminding you
For its call for the head of a giant over the mountain top
To roll into the valleys of wild hilarious ovations and waving hands
In the boisterous silence of this time, listen to the watch
Tick! Tack! Tick! Tack! Tick! Tack!
Tick like the ticking watch on your wrist
A message from your colleagues in standing ovation

(C) Professor Ikechukwu Onyebuchi Igbokwe, 2008

Thursday, November 15, 2007

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Saturday, September 8, 2007

Interdisciplinary Workshop

Interdisciplinary Workshop:
http://docs.google.com/View?docid=dszc9zj_17cqwrqh

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You are invited to join us in this workshop on the Sahel goat

Hold Your Peace

When you prepare a tincture
for the eye to see peace
you need not add any pepper.
Why raise the peppery dust
which places no friendly finger
on the face of your eyes.
Your tears are signs of your stir.
You wrote and stirred our thoughts.
With tearing eyes, we saw you as a left-hand writer.
With a tongue like a blade and a fist of punching words
you scattered the congregation with pebbles of words from your dump
The thunderous one with flying tongue and wild mind like a virgin forest,
Hold your peace and look through the tenth door in silence to see clearly.