kamand-kojouri

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?

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.

You want help? Ask for help. You want love? Ask for love. If you want anything from the universe, anything from yourself, you must first ask.

You must have hope in a better future and have faith in this hope. But then you must forget your hope and focus on this moment now.

Why do you feel so powerless? Go spend an hour with ants. Each of those black specks you see is a life. One whole life that you can save, take, or affect in some way. You have the power to make so many lives better. It is within you. Don__ lose sight of that.

I am so tired. I have grown old from being serious. I have grown ill from being serious. I want to laugh at myself. I want to forget myself. I am so tired.

In the beginning was love, and love was with God, and love was God.

God begets love.

I see your painas clearly as I feel my own.I will share your burden so you feel it less.Do not hate this world.Do not hate these people.I will share my hopeso you feel it more.I want you to see our loveas clearly as I feel yours.

You might just find God in a mirror one day.

I would rather lie facedown on the ground and use my body as a bridge, than stand proud and tall and use my body as a wall.

We cannot hunt for love. We can only surrender and become love__ prey.

I love you.I love you a thousand times.I love you an irrational number. And I will continue to love youlong after all this has died and been rebornand we are nothing more than a pair of reincarnated eyes.