Aberjhani Quotes
First steps are always the hardest but until they are taken the notion of progress remains only a notion and not an achievement.
Rainbows introduce us to reflections of different beautiful possibilities so we never forget that pain and grief are not the final options in life.
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.
Oh what a wonderful soul so bright inside you. Got power to heal the sun’s broken heart, power to restore the moon’s vision too.
You were born a child of light’s wonderful secret— you return to the beauty you have always been.
Shine your soul with the same egoless humility as the rainbow and no matter where you go in this world or the next, love will find you, attend you, and bless you.
The words ‘I Love You’ kill, and resurrect millions, in less than a second.
Each star is a mirror reflecting the truth inside you.
What a lover’s heart knows let no man’s brain dispute.
A world without poetry and art would be too much like one without birds or flowers: bearable but a lot less enjoyable.
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.
This fire that we call Loving is too strong for human minds. But just right for human souls.
Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope.
Your pain is a school unto itself–– and your joy a lovely temple.
The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion–– cools your fears with peace.
Know yourself fearlessly (even quietly) for all the things you are.
In a rich moonlit garden, flowers open beneath the eyes of entire nations terrified to acknowledge the simplicity of the beauty of peace.
The reality of a serious writer is a reality of many voices, some of them belonging to the writer, some of them belonging to the world of readers at large.
We can cry for years but sometimes gotta smile too.
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
With its leaves so rich and heavy with elation and its crimson face made brighter with visions of divinity the shadow of a certain rose looks just like an angel eating light.
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.
Time (again, Time) like the soul, wears many faces, many bodies and climates and attitudes. The past is one face, the present a second and the future yet another.
As history has demonstrated many times over, change may arrive slowly or quickly but it is the one constant, in one form or another, on which we can all count.
What hell condemned, let heaven now heal.
Poetry and art nourish the soul of the world with the flavor-filled substances of beauty, wisdom and truth.
Poetry, like jazz, is one of those dazzling diamonds of creative industry that help human beings make sense out of the comedies and tragedies that contextualize our lives.
Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks.
Millions of tears have fallen for black sons, brothers, lovers, and friends whose assailants took or maimed their lives and then simply went on their way.
Change is one of the scariest things in the world and yet it is also one of those variables of human existence that no one can avoid.
At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls.
This is what our love is––a sacred pattern of unbroken unity sewn flawlessly invisible inside all other images, thoughts, smells, and sounds.
Upon the lips of babes asleep I saw light embracing light and so allowed my syllables to rest there as a prayer they might sing in their dreams.