Like a Passover Poet gliding from house to house and from trembling soul to trembling soul the wind scribbled sonnets of first time love and weeping haikus of last hours on earth.
Dreams dress us carefully in the colors of power and faith. - Aberjhani
Dreams dress us carefully in the colors of power and faith.
- Aberjhani
At some point, a flash of sustained clarity reveals the difference between what someone would have you believe is true, and what you know from the de… - Aberjhani
At some point, a flash of sustained clarity reveals the difference between what someone would have you believe is true, and what you know from the de…
True lovers earn their genius in schools of blood, prophecy and dust. - Aberjhani
True lovers earn their genius in schools of blood, prophecy and dust.
Life possesses an amazing array of profoundly sad faces. - Aberjhani
Life possesses an amazing array of profoundly sad faces.
Human beings, in a sense, may be thought of as multidimensional creatures composed of such poetic considerations as the individual need for self-real… - Aberjhani
Human beings, in a sense, may be thought of as multidimensional creatures composed of such poetic considerations as the individual need for self-real…
Beauty from another world gave birth to your voice-- sent to rescue scorned hearts from traumatized nights. - Aberjhani
Beauty from another world gave birth to your voice-- sent to rescue scorned hearts from traumatized nights.
This is what our love is––a sacred pattern of unbroken unity sewn flawlessly invisible inside all other images, thoughts, smells, and sounds. - Aberjhani
This is what our love is––a sacred pattern of unbroken unity sewn flawlessly invisible inside all other images, thoughts, smells, and sounds.
Many people can rightfully claim, as much as anyone can rightfully claim anything, that much of their lives have been spent stumbling through a cloud… - Aberjhani
Many people can rightfully claim, as much as anyone can rightfully claim anything, that much of their lives have been spent stumbling through a cloud…
Your pain is a school unto itself–– and your joy a lovely temple. - Aberjhani
Your pain is a school unto itself–– and your joy a lovely temple.
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