Kamand Kojouri

The thing about love is that you will never run out of it. It's an ever-flowing river. So go ahead and LOVE. What are you saving all this love for _ death?

Why wait to forgive and let go only after you have sufficiently wallowed in your despair? Why not forgive and let go now?

I am looking for the one I can__ fool.

I became an artist because I wanted to be an active participant in the conversation about art.

She might not have read many books. But when she reads a book, she swallows the very words. If you open the books on her shelves, you will find that the front and back covers encase white pages.

I cannot imagine how much I must__e suffered in my previous lives to be fortunate enough to have parents like you in this life.

May we always be burdened with thinking of the suffering of others, for that is what it means to be human.

Wake up. If your eyes are sleeping then wipe them gently. You need to be awake for this. It is a matter of life and death. Wake up! If your mind is sleeping then shake it quickly. You need to be awake for this. It is a matter of life and death. Wake up, I said! If your heart is sleeping then beat your chest! You need to be awake for life! You need to be awake for love! It is a matter of living and being alive.

We seek the fire of the spark that is already within us.

We live only for the hope of love.

The only path wide enough for us all is love.

O, weary angels, don__ look at me with those eyes.If that is your state then what of our cries?What can I tell you of goodness that you don__ already know?What can I tell you of faith,of hope and lovethat you yourselves bestow?O, angels, don__ pluck another feather,this isn__ the sky, it__ just the weather.Please, angels, try.We are one all together.Look up and listen, I__l say it once and then put down my pen:We are sorry for our ignoranceand even though we are worldly,it might happen again.We are sorry for your wearinessand even though you aren__ worldly,we are no more than human.

Now is not the time for bigots and racists. No time for sexists and homophobes. Now, more than ever, is the time for ARTISTS. It__ time for us to rise above and to create. To show humanity. To spread hope. We must prevent society from destroying itself, from losing its way. Now is the time for love.

I don__ know why everyoneis still trying to find out whether heaven and hell exist.Why do we need more evidence?They exist here on this very Earth.Heaven is standing atop Mount Qasiounoverlooking the Damascene sightswith the wind carrying Qabbani__dulcet words all around you.And hell is only four hours away in Aleppo where children__ cries drown out the explosions of mortar bombsuntil they lose their voice,their families, and their limbs.Yes, hell certainly does existright now, at this moment,as I pen this poem. And all we__e doingto extinguish this hellfireis sighing, shrugging, liking, and sharing.Tell me: what exactly does that makeus? Are we any better than the gatekeepers of hell?

If only we studied the stars as much as we study our own reflections.

The way you dress is how you greet the sun and other stars.

Kiss your scars. Fall in love with them. They ought to serve as life-affirming reminders__ lingering trace of hope. The only reason we have these scars is because we survived and are still here.

It__ so easy to lose faith and become lost in all of the politics of the world. That__ why we need the arts. To sublimate our frustration and anger into something beautiful. Freud called sublimation a virtuous defence mechanism because it is in the arts that we can find our humanity.