Mixtape’ is a very appropriate word to include in the title of Goran Hugo Olsson’s film because it includes a rich mixture of cultural voices.
ABERJHANIThat good gardener, who wept thorns plowing his fields – harvests grace with joy.
More Aberjhani Quotes
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Whereas the insufficiency of a love neither sustained nor supreme cannot be ignored, the same should not be taken as cause to avoid one’s total spiritual contractual engagement to this world.
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History dressed up in the glow of love’s kiss turned grief into beauty.
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Then came the healing time, hearts started to shine, soul felt so fine, oh what a freeing time it was.
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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.
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On faith’s battered back calm eyes etch prayers that cool a nation’s hot rage.
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The ecstatic beauty and soulful grace of Rumi’s poetry inspires human hearts to believe in possibilities beyond the predictably fatal.
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Before the thunderous clamor of political debate or war set loose in the world, love insisted on its promise for the possibility of human unity
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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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How many fears came between us? Earthquakes, diseases, wars where hell rained smoldering pus from skies made of winged death.
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That good gardener, who wept thorns plowing his fields – harvests grace with joy.
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Souls reconstructed with faith transform agony into peace.
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Because Mr. Mandelas early opponents invested so many resources into distorting the true nature of his advocacy
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You are the hybrids of golden worlds and ages splendidly conceived.
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In its essence, Martin Luther King Jr.’s ‘I Have a Dream’ speech is one citizen’s soul-searing plea with his countrymen––
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The rainbows that dangle upon this mist: shatter. Like the smile of a child separated from his mother’s milk for the very first time.from poem Blood and Blossoms
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