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Like all subjects in Aberjhani’s universe, Love is something multifaceted, and maybe even multi or trans-dimensional because people who’ve read his novel know that being without a body isn’t something that stops love from his point of view and people who’ve read the poetry and certain stories and essays know love is not just a human to human issue for him. So this sample is just a small one.

–mindsurfer25


“The words “I Love You”
kill, and resurrect millions, in less than a second.”
–from Christ Listening to Stereo


“The greatest of any power I shall ever be able to give you is that of my Love at this moment and for long as I live.”
–from The American Poet Who Went Home Again (With Love, a Letter from Yesterday)

“What can a man do for Love?” moaned Lucien
over your grief-rotted corpse.
He thought the answer complex,
it is simple: a man can & should
do everything for love
neither holds nor poles barred.
–from Sweet Brother Beat-Bop Daddy K


“Most people are slow to champion love because they fear the transformation it brings into their lives. And make no mistake about it: love does take over and transform the schemes and operations of our egos in a very mighty way. The pathetic thing about us humans is we assume the transformation will make us into something weak. But think about the lasting and still-influential names in world history. They are not the names of military personalities or politicians or even great entertainers. The names we never forget are the ones people include in their prayers and meditations throughout the world every day: Buddha, Christ, Muhammad, Lao Tzu, Rumi, Mary, Shakespeare, etc. Individuals who gave themselves to the world in the name of love and whose spirits to this day quicken and empower our lives with their brilliance. None of them were weak.”
–Aberjhani, Letters from the Soul


“They ruined everything but the sacred thing,” said my father.
“We brought the Love with us and we keepin’ it still,” said my mother.
–from Every Hour Henceforth


“The way of death is something of an international sport and extremely popular among those who wield power. The way of love appears to be mostly a fable told to pass time in between the sounds of explosions.”
–from The American Poet Who Went Home Again (With Love, A Letter from Yesterday)

“If 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?”
–from Coffee Morning Rhapsody


The eyes that had been half closed opened completely, dazzling eyes, unmistakable eyes like oceans of infinite unconditional love.”
–from The American Poet Who Went Home Again (Eyes Like Oceans of Love)

“The music in your eyes: my understanding of God’s joy.
The incense in your kiss: my understanding of Gods passion.
The seven worlds of your soul: my celebration of God’s Love.”
–from A Light of Sacred Whispers


Angel of Christmas Love Shining Bright

I.

Sweet, this elixir
of eternity’s passion
commanding my glide.

Soft, this explosion
from alpha to omega
sizzling our names raw.

Here is the timeless
mystery that pays no heed
to death’s greedy pride.

Songs of hearts divine,
mortal, angelic, holy,
billow starlit wings.

Here are lips of flame
eager to be extinguished
by love’s liquid sigh.

II.

The ancient story
tells itself anew, dressed in
syllables of now.

Hope flexes and soars––
through eyes welcoming newborns
to earth’s green legend,

through scarred tongues singing
battlefield fare-thee-wells for
comrades gone to peace.

Addicted to bliss,
dark heaven floods the soul
bright with miracles.

Stars wishing upon
the potential of humans
shine faithfully on.

by Aberjhani
from The Bridge of Silver Wings 2009


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