Millions of tears have fallen for black sons, brothers, lovers, and friends whose assailants took or maimed their lives and then simply went on their way.
ABERJHANIMillions of tears have fallen for black sons, brothers, lovers, and friends whose assailants took or maimed their lives and then simply went on their way.
ABERJHANIIf I say your voice is an amber waterfall in which I yearn to burn each day, if you eat my mouth like a mystical rose with powers of healing and damnation, If I confess that your body is the only civilization I long to experience… would it mean that we are close to knowing something about love?
ABERJHANICareful studies of cases dealing with supposed ‘mental disorder’ have at times revealed that many thought to be insane or warped in some fashion were actually simply highly sensitive individuals.
ABERJHANILooking at certain illuminated corners of or cracks within the mirror, the author can see fragments of an objective reality that comprise the physical universe, social communities, political dynamics,
ABERJHANIWhen we vote we participate in the construction of a context.
ABERJHANIThis is what our love is––a sacred pattern of unbroken unity sewn flawlessly invisible inside all other images, thoughts, smells, and sounds.
ABERJHANICreative visualization may be described as an extended meditation session that reaches beyond passive contemplation and achieves transformative action.
ABERJHANIBefore the thunderous clamor of political debate or war set loose in the world, love insisted on its promise for the possibility of human unity
ABERJHANIStars wishing upon the potential of humans shine faithfully on.
ABERJHANIJust above our terror, the stars painted this story in perfect silver calligraphy. And our souls, too often abused by ignorance, covered our eyes with mercy.
ABERJHANILike 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.
ABERJHANIThe dancing vortex of a sacred metaphor clashes horns and halos to make wounded music set to the tempo of a new era in brilliant labor.
ABERJHANIYet continuously occupies the same bed or pathway, and accommodates life’s endings with the same musical grace with which it accommodates
ABERJHANIHorror tore this world asunder. While inside the bleeding smoke and beyond the shredded weeping flesh we memorized tales of infinite good. -from The History Lesson
ABERJHANILove, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope.
ABERJHANIQuote words that affirm all men and women are your brothers and sisters.
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