Life possesses an amazing array of profoundly sad faces.
ABERJHANIA poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight.
More Aberjhani Quotes
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How many fears came between us? Earthquakes, diseases, wars where hell rained smoldering pus from skies made of winged death.
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First gave in to the urge to pray to their sense of something greater than themselves and interpreted certain signs or events or silences as responses to those prayers.
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The act of writing itself is much like the construction of a mirror made of words.
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Until the past ten years, many defined the period primarily by its well-known literary, musical, and artistic elements while overlooking the fact there was any political component to it at all.
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What more civilized way for people to alleviate the same than by giving themselves to one another as brothers and sisters in deed as well as in word?
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Upon the lips of babes asleep I saw light embracing light and so allowed my syllables to rest there as a prayer they might sing in their dreams.
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Change is one of the scariest things in the world and yet it is also one of those variables of human existence that no one can avoid.
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What they suffered from was not mental debilitation, but personal and communal ignorance of psychic reality.
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Complications generally begin long before the fated soul carries its dubious light into whatever womb has been kind enough to volunteer
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That good gardener, who wept thorns plowing his fields – harvests grace with joy.
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The singular historic moment millions now celebrate could have been tragically lost to guerrilla decontextualization.
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They both, when we study that grand tapestry known as history and modern-day society, tend to stand out in much bolder relief than other figures from Dancing with Madness, Dancing with Genius
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The 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.
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An author accepting language’s invitation to dance steps onto the floor of his her sensibility-charged consciousness and begins to move instinctively–even if with much dread
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Death wins nothing here, gnawing wings that amputate–– then spread, lift up, fly.
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