Kamand Kojouri

I write our names on the page.What of it, if the paper will be burned?I write our names in the sand.What of it, if the shore will be washed by waves?I write our names on trees that will be cutand benches that will be painted,but what of it?I will keep on writing our namesbecause in this world of ephemera, You and I are the only constant.

Your love opened up a whole world that no amount of books or wisdom could ever do.

Think not of the fragility of life, but of the power of books, when mere words have the ability to change our lives simply by being next to each other.

We all have the ability to make someone's life better with our love.

Before you, nothing.Now you, and everything

Think not of the fragility of life, but of the power of books, when mere words can change our lives simply by being next to each other.

Let us remember to always rediscover one anotherbecause we are forever changing.

The guilt you felt when you were smiling and others were suffering, the guilt you felt when you were petty with friends and impatient with your parents, when you were rude to your teachers and didn__ stand up for strangers, that guilt is marvellous. It proves that you are human, that you want to be better. Thank this guilt for teaching you, for making you aware. And now endeavour to better yourself. It is a lifelong work to become the person we want to be.

This poem was meant to be unwritten. But I am writing it now and have thereby changed destiny.

Let us go where skins are rainbowsEnhanced by every hue.Where genders are cloudsWeightless and formless through.Let us go where creeds are starsIlluminating our view.Where men and women are oneAnd the in-between are true.Let us go where I am free to loveFor I cannot unlove you.

What is life? Life is living in this moment, experiencing and experimenting but experience isn__ life. Life is reflecting and meditating but reflection isn__ life. Life is helping and guiding but philanthropy isn__ life. Life is eating and drinking but food isn__ life. Life is reading and dancing but art isn__ life. Life is kissing and pleasuring but sex isn__ life. Life is winning and losing but competition isn__ life. Life is loving and caring but love isn__ life. Life is birthing and nurturing but children aren__ life. Life is letting go and surrendering but death isn__ life. Life is all these things but all these things aren__ life. Life is always more.

Life is a concept, like the __niverse", that expands as soon as we reach what we think is its edge.

We exist only to exist.

First, create your ego. Then destroy it. This is all of life.

Embrace contradictions for they make upall of life:You will eternally be looking for yourself andseeking ways to lose yourself.

If on any given day you don't cry from rejoicing in the beauty of the world, then you have not lived that day.

You must be more alive than life.You must see darkness danceand hear silence sing.You must be more awake than lightfor we aren__ born sleepingand we shouldn__ live sleeping.Only then will death__ slumberbecome sweet.

O woman, father says natural is beautifulso why do you redden your cheeks and blacken your eyes?Why do you remove the hair on your legsand draw them into your brows?Why do you hold your breathlest your stomach showand hold your fartlest they knowthat you__e a human? O woman, father says natural is beautifulso why do you straighten your hairto curl it nextand pretend to orgasm so they think you enjoyed the sex?Why do you dumb yourself downand push your breasts up?Why do you smile when you__e told toand love when you don__ want to?When? When will you stop, woman? Father says natural is beautifulbut that is doubtfulfor what does father knowhe__ only a fellow.