Quotes by Kamand Kojouri

The lover drinksand the cup-bearer pours.The lover thinksbut the cup-bearer knows:love begets love.Since this wine is love,then this cup is love,then this tavern is love,then this life is love.

I am humbled by the grace of God.I am humbled by the beauty of this universe.Humbled by others kindness.Humbled by life.I drop down to my knees and give thanks.

If you want to find God, then all you need to do is love.

Put down your stones. Why are you breaking the window when God has left the door wide open? If you are afraid, lover, follow me. I will guide the way.

It is not enough that you look for Him.You must hunt for God each and every dayas if your life depends on it.Because it does.

It is wonderful, this whole business of tickling and kissing God every night.

As soon as we are born we hide God in ourselves.We then spend our lives looking for Himwhen all along, He has been concealed behind the veil of I.

How can you be a lover of loveand not be a lover of God?It is impossible.

Our daily prayer ought to be: Please universe, help me help myself and help me show others how to help themselves.

Do not be frightened, friend. Let us dance our way to God.

Your omnipresence is marvellous!I breathe and you enter me.I exhale and enter into you.

We don’t find Godin temples and cathedrals.We don’t find Himby standing on a prayer rug or sitting in a pew.God appears when welove someone other than ourselves.And we continue to feel His presence when we do good for others.Because God is not foundin mosques and synagogues.He resides in ourhearts.

When you are here, God is near.

Your love brought me closer to God.

A soulmate is a direct pathway to God.

God’s existence is reaffirmed once we fall in with another.

The best traveler is one without a camera.

Think the tree that bears nutrition:though the fruits are picked, the plant maintains fruition.So give all the love you have.Do not hold any in reserve.What is given is not lost; it shall return.

Sometimes, when inspiration runs dry, I drink classical music until my words spill out.

I spent all nightweaving a poem for you to wear. You look so beautifulwhen you wear my light.