Quotes by Aberjhani

Dare to love yourselfas if you were a rainbowwith gold at both ends.

The words ‘I Love You’ kill, and resurrect millions, in less than a second.

You were born a child of light’s wonderful secret— you return to the beauty you have always been.

Each star is a mirror reflecting the truth inside you.

Love is our most unifying and empowering common spiritual denominator. The more we ignore its potential to bring greater balance and deeper meaning to human existence, the more likely we are to continue to define history as one long inglorious record of man’s inhumanity to man.

Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.

What a lover’s heart knows let no man’s brain dispute.

A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmareto the jeweled vision of a life started anew.

And now we step to the rhythm of miracles.--from The Light, That Never Dies

Love taught me to die with dignity that I might come forth anew in splendor. Born once of flesh, then again of fire, I was reborn a third time to the sound of my name humming haikus in heaven’s mouth.

Peace is not so much a political mandate as it is a shared state of consciousness that remains elevated and intact only to the degree that those who value it volunteer their existence as living examples of the same... Peace ends with the unraveling of individual hope and the emergence of the will to worship violence as a healer of private and social dis-ease.

Quote words that affirmall men and women are yourbrothers and sisters.

Love as a concrete foundation for an authentically functional civilization requires the around-the-clock labors of forgiveness. Without it, Love fails, Friendship fails, Intelligence fails, Humanity: fails.

Where humanitysowed faith, hope, and unity, joy’s garden blossomed.

Poetry and art nourish the soul of the world with the flavor-filled substances of beauty, wisdom and truth.

The best of humanitys recorded history is a creative balance between horrors endured and victories achieved, and so it was during the Harlem Renaissance.

Time (again, Time) like the soul, wears many faces, many bodies and climates and attitudes. The past is one face, the present a second and the future yet another.

History is a hermaphrodite with many distinguished lovers. We are neither mysteries nor strangers but the living breath of revelation made flesh by the unrestrained desires of a free and universal love. Universal me. Universal you.”--from Past Present and Future are One

A world without poetry and art would be too much like one without birds or flowers: bearable but a lot less enjoyable.

What is this slow blue dream of living, and this fevered death by dreaming?