Kamand Kojouri

God__ existence is reaffirmed once we fall in with another.

Our daily prayer ought to be: Please universe, help me help myself and help me show others how to help themselves.

How can you be a lover of loveand not be a lover of God?It is impossible.

It is wonderful, this whole business of tickling and kissing God every night.

It is not enough that you look for Him.You must hunt for God each and every dayas if your life depends on it.Because it does.

As soon as we are born we hide God in ourselves.We then spend our lives looking for Himwhen all along, He has been concealed behind the veil of 'I'.

Put down your stones. Why are you breaking the window when God has left the door wide open? If you are afraid, lover, follow me. I will guide the way.

Having drunk the dregs of Your Love, I am intoxicated beyond recognition. Now, I only pray for the nearness of You so I may advance in my annihilation.

One sip of this wine and you will go mad with drunkenness. You will drop your masks and tear your clothes _ destroying everything that separates you from the Lover. Once you taste the fruit of this vine, you will be kicked out of the city of yourself. You will forget the world. You will forget yourself. I tell you: you will become a madman who wanders the streets looking for the Lover once you drink this Wine of Love.

I am humbled by the grace of God.I am humbled by the beauty of this universe.Humbled by others' kindness.Humbled by life.I drop down to my knees and give thanks.

The lover drinksand the cup-bearer pours.The lover thinksbut the cup-bearer knows:love begets love.Since this wine is love,then this cup is love,then this tavern is love,then this life is love.

If you want to find God, then all you need to do is love.

He knows all my thoughts. He knows all I__e ever done and He loves me all the same. What is our purpose, you ask. It is to love like God.

Writing poems is simply an excuse to remember You.

Close your eyes. Meditate on your love. This is God.

Why are we afraid of the silence that ensues after our death? Wasn__ it the same silence we endured before birth? Isn__ it the same silence we revel in when we are completely immersed in the present moment? Let us not be afraid.

If you write then you are reborn because by writing about the moment, you can relive it for a second time.

To begin to know ourselves we must have sincere conversations with ourselves as if with a good friend. We must answer without reserve, listen without judgement, and accept without condition. That is self-love.