Quotes from Aberjhani

Then came the healing time, hearts started to shine, soul felt so fine, oh what a freeing time it was.

Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope.

Souls reconstructed with faith transform agony into peace.

In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.

Everywhere we shine death and life burn into something new…

In a rich moonlit garden, flowers open beneath the eyes of entire nations terrified to acknowledge the simplicity of the beauty of peace.

There is no envy, jealousy, or hatred between the different colors of the rainbow. And no fear either. Because each one exists to make the others' love more beautiful.

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.

Your pain is a school unto itself–– and your joy a lovely temple.

Diversity is an aspect of human existence that cannot be eradicated by terrorism or war or self-consuming hatred. It can only be conquered by recognizing and claiming the wealth of values it represents for all.

At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls.

In your hands winter is a book with cloud pages that snow pearls of love.

Now come the whispers bearing bouquets of moonbeams and sunlight tremblings.

First steps are always the hardest but until they are taken the notion of progress remains only a notion and not an achievement.

The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion–– cools your fears with peace.

A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight.

Beneath the armor of skin/and/bone/and/mind most of our colors are amazingly the same.

Democracy is not simply a license to indulge individual whims and proclivities. It is also holding oneself accountable to some reasonable degree for the conditions of peace and chaos that impact the lives of those who inhabit one's beloved extended community.

Know yourself fearlessly (even quietly) for all the things you are.

This world's anguish is no different from the love we insist on holding back.

The job facing American voters… in the days and years to come is to determine which hearts, minds and souls command those qualities best suited to unify a country rather than further divide it, to heal the wounds of a nation as opposed to aggravate its injuries, and to secure for the next generation a legacy of choices based on informed awareness rather than one of reactions based on unknowing fear.

Where humanity sowed faith, hope, and unity, joy's garden blossomed.

With my ninth mind I resurrect my first and dance slow to the music of my soul made new.

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.