November 20, 2016
“My dear, please be careful.
You no longer live only for yourself.
You live for me as well.”Kamand Kojouri
KNOWING YOU
November 20, 2016
“Knowing you,
I became mindless.
Having wasted previous wishes,
I’m riddled with regretsFeeling you,
I became hopeless.
Adrift in chasms,
I surrender to a caress.Loving you,
I became love.
My universe became love.
Planets rotate on love’s axes and
apples fall to be near their beloveds.No longer a rationalist, I assert my existence with love.
I love, therefore
I exist,
therefore I
love.”Kamand Kojouri
November 20, 2016
“I began missing you even before we met.”
Kamand Kojouri
November 20, 2016
“What I like most about us is the innocence. You bring the child out of me. And this is really the greatest gift of all: to have someone encourage and take delight in your childish manifestations. The day you lose this quality, this vast curiosity, will and hunger to explore all that is around you is the day you stop living.”
Kamand Kojouri
November 20, 2016
“Knowing you, I understood myself.”
Kamand Kojouri
November 20, 2016
“A purposeful life is the most important thing in the world. And love is the most important purpose of all.”
Kamand Kojouri
November 20, 2016
“Know this: whenever you think of leaving, a part of you has already left. But it’s never too late to get it back.”
Kamand Kojouri
MISSING YOU
November 20, 2016
“Missing you,
I missed a part of me
I shared with you
that’s now gone.Missing you,
when really,
it was the way you made me feel
and the things you made us do.Missing you
I shouldn’t be.
But I can’t help missing
who I was with you.Missing you,
I missed
and missed so much of the world
and wasn’t even missed in return.”Kamand Kojouri
EVEN WHEN I WRITE ABOUT THIS SWAN
November 20, 2016
“Even when I write about this swan
and that orchid,
I write about you.
Every word
of every line
is for you.
I have drunk you
yet you have consumed me.
Seeping through every cell
from crown to root,
you took over heart,
mind,
and lungs
so that every breath I expel
leaves a trail of you in the air—
the same air that I inhale.
I no longer know myself separate from you.
But how I long to be with the source!”Kamand Kojouri
THEY TOOK MY BOOKS
November 20, 2016
“They took my books
because my message was love.
Then they took my pen
because my words were love.
They took my voice
because my speech was love.
And soon, they’ll take me too
so nothing remains.
But they don’t know when I’m gone
my love will stay.”Kamand Kojouri
