kamand-kojouri

Wonderment shared is doubled.Love shared is infinite.

My hours are filled with fantasy and indifference. In day and night dreams, I think of my heaven with you. All the time in between, I carelessly spend in hell without you.

Love is the only reason that is reason enough

All you need to get by in this world is the memory of love

Let borders become sunlight so we traverse this Earth as one nation and drive the darkness out.

For how can any human be separate from humanity and humanness?

They took my booksbecause my message was love.They took my penbecause my words were love.Then they took my voicebecause my song was love.Soon they__l take myselfso nothing remains.But they don__ know that when I'm gonemy love will stay.

Worry notif you are in darknessand the void sucks you in further.This is not the place we go to die.It__ where we are bornand our stories begin.

And then one day you realise that if you want to be rich, you'd have to give away almost everything you own.

You want to become a better person?Just give thanks. Give thanks for all of it.

Because you have been blessed with the gift of life, it is your duty to help others. We are all responsible for one another.

To be wise means to know when to stay silent.

Last night, I spoke to God.I told Him my plans. He started to cry.I thought I was great to move The Greatest to tears.He said that He was crying only becausemy plans were very differentthan His plans for me.

I think, therefore I am?No, I simply am.I am. I am. I am.I will still be if I didn't think. In fact, it is only then that I would step into a different dimension of consciousness.Yes, I will still be if I didn't think. I will still be if I stopped breathing. I will still be because you still are. My words are written and you are receiving them. We are dancing. We are making love.And when you stop reading them, they will still be because nothing ever truly ceases to exist. There is not a thing that is not. Every thought, energy, and vibration is recycled. I am and I will continue to be because I manifest as the universe, therefore I will continue to manifest as the universe.

Oh, how scary and wonderful it is that words can change our lives simply by being next to each other.

Sit here, so I may writeyou into a poem and make you eternal.

For what was it about books that once finished left the reader in a bit of a haze and made them reread the last few sentences in order to continue the ringing in their hearts a while longer, so as not to let the silence illumine the fact that reading, they had gained something _ distance, a lesson, a companion, a new world _ but now, after the last full stop, they had lost something palpable and felt a little emptier than before.

I am going to build a fortress of books.Will you come inside and live with me?