Just above our terror, the stars painted this
Just above our terror, the stars painted this story
in perfect silver calligraphy. And our souls, too often
abused by ignorance, covered our eyes with mercy.
— Aberjhani, I Made My Boy Out of Poetry
Just above our terror, the stars painted this story
in perfect silver calligraphy. And our souls, too often
abused by ignorance, covered our eyes with mercy.
— Aberjhani, I Made My Boy Out of Poetry
Everywhere we shine death and life burn into something new?
— Aberjhani, Elemental: The Power of Illuminated Love
Here’s another poem,
like all others before and after,
dedicated to you.
There isn’t anything left to be said
but I will spend my life
trying to put you into words.
You who is every goodness,
every optimism
and hope.
Your love is a better fate for me
than anything I could wish for.
If you are a part of me,
then you?re the best part.
And if you’re separate from me,
then you are my destination.
But I?ve become a weary traveller,
so please,
let us never be apart.
— Kamand Kojouri
Keep Going
Your hardest times often lead to the greatest moments of your life. Keep going. Tough situations build strong people in the end.
— Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart
A dream within a dream is the dream of a dreamer.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmare
to the jeweled vision of a life started anew.
— Aberjhani, Journey through the Power of the Rainbow: Quotations from a Life Made Out of Poetry
Faith in God is the finest of all things.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Each day is a gift
To embrace and welcome
— Karen Hackel, The Whisper of Your Soul
Your hardest times often lead to the greatest moments of your life. Keep going. Tough situations build strong people in the end.
— Roy Bennett
Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I?ll tell you what I’d do. I’d go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep, deep woods and I’d look up into the sky?up?up?up?into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I’d just feel a prayer.
— L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables