Aberjhani, The River Of Winged Dreams Quotes
In the days when hyenas of hate suckle the babes of men, and jackals of hypocrisy pimp their mothers’ broken hearts, may children not look to demons of ignorance for hope.
The dancing vortex of a sacred metaphor clashes horns and halos to make wounded music set to the tempo of a new era in brilliant labor.
Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.
Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope.
The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion–– cools your fears with peace.
Your pain is a school unto itself–– and your joy a lovely temple.
September 11, 2001: Citizens of the U.S., besieged by terror’s sting, rose up, weeping glory, as if on eagles’ wings.--from the poem Angel of Remembrance: Candles for September 11, 2001
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.
Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks.
This is what our love is––a sacred pattern of unbroken unity sewn flawlessly invisible inside all other images, thoughts, smells, and sounds.
On faith’s battered back calm eyes etch prayers that cool a nation’s hot rage.
History dressed up in the glow of love’s kiss turned grief into beauty.
Quote words that affirmall men and women are yourbrothers and sisters.
Hope drowned in shadowsemerges fiercely splendid––boldly angelic.
Between death and hell a bridge shining silver wings offers his soul hope.
In an age of bombsguzzling blood, skylarks merge peacewith thought and action.
If it wasn’t for all those silver wings spread out to help you on your journey, you would’a been dead or someplace screamin’ in a nut house a long time ago.
Now come the whispersbearing bouquets of moonbeamsand sunlight tremblings.
Stars ink your fingerswith a lexicon of flameblazing rare knowledge.
Where humanitysowed faith, hope, and unity, joy’s garden blossomed.