COME TO ME

November 20, 2016

“Come to me.
Why must you ruin this moment?
You are burdened with thought.
Burdened with the past
and expectations of the future.
You are burdened with your self.
Cast these aside
by laughing at yourself.
And love,
for what more is there than to love me?
Take me now
and let it be heaven for us.”

Kamand Kojouri

THEY TELL US

November 20, 2016

“They tell us the only way to move on
is to forget.
“Forgive,” they say.
Realise that you deserve better.
That maybe they
deserve better.
You can’t fight fire with fire.
Extinguish it once and for all.
“Do not look back,” they say.
They don’t tell you that
only one thing is needed.
Only one:
love.
When you are filled to the brim with love,
you only emanate love.
You become lover and
love itself.
Only then will you love
even the very people
you wish to hate.”

Kamand Kojouri

WORRY NOT

November 20, 2016

“Worry not
if you’re in darkness
and the void draws you in.
This isn’t the place we go to die for ever.
It’s where we are born
and our stories begin.”

Kamand Kojouri

SMILE

November 20, 2016

“I have died at the ripe age of twenty.
Smile, for the world didn’t get a chance to disappoint me.

I have died at the mature age of ninety.
Smile, for my life was more than satisfying.

I have died suddenly — out of the blue.
Smile, for I didn’t have to fall ill before you.

I have died from a long illness.
Smile, for I had the chance to say goodbye.

I did not want to leave this Earth.
But smile, for I am still here among you.

Why are you crying?
Can you not see I am smiling?”

Kamand Kojouri

ASK

November 20, 2016

“Ask of your eyes to see
only to seek love.
Ask of your mouth to speak
only to utter words of love.
Ask of your hands to feel
if only to touch the lover.”

Kamand Kojouri

AUTUMN IS HERE

November 20, 2016

“Autumn is here
and I am in love.
My heart has taken residence in my mind.
I pick the crisp ochre leaves
and put them in my pocket.
I am in love.”

Kamand Kojouri

MAKE NO MISTAKE ABOUT IT

November 20, 2016

“Make no mistake about it.
We are born blind, deaf, and mute.
It is neither these eyes that give us sight,
nor these ears that give us sound.
It is not even these lips that give us voice.

It is only love.
Love makes us seek beauty and truth.
Love yearns to connect. To experience.
To understand.

So close your eyes at once.
Don’t utter a word.
Perk up your ears and listen
to that silent sound inside you
where all this is found.”

Kamand Kojouri

WHAT OF IT?

November 20, 2016

“I write our names on the page.
What of it, if the paper will be burned?
I write our names in the sand.
What of it, if the shore will be washed by waves?
I write our names on trees that will be cut
and benches that will be painted,
but what of it?
I will keep on writing our names
because in this world of ephemera,
You and I are the only constant.”

Kamand Kojouri