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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

MARTYRDOM

November 20, 2016

“I know you not quite well
Yet I foolishly surrender my mind to you.
Slowly and carefully you have cast a spell
Now my virgin heart only longs for you.
There is no need to push, I am already falling.
Once proudly tall, I’m no longer standing.
Knowing well that I am doomed to misery,
I will roll the dice and take delight in my suffering.”

Kamand Kojouri

SHE’S THE BEST LOCKSMITH IN TOWN

November 20, 2016

“Believe me when I say:
‘Out of all those around,
she’s the best locksmith in town.’
Her stethoscope ears
know when the dials of your heart
click into place.
She’s been cutting keys for years.
You don’t stand a chance
with that flimsy case.
Alas, no matter how
you lock your heart —
bolt, fixture, and
key —
she’s got nimble fingers
that pick locks for
free.
Padlocks and deadbolts
are all in vain.
Why do you even bother
with that chain?
She’s way too smart.
Along with ours, she’ll have
your heart.
And you will see
that the best locksmith in town
is she.”

Kamand Kojouri

HE TRIED TO MEASURE HIS DAY

November 20, 2016
“He tried to measure his day
by tallying the hours on his wrist.
I wiped it off and called him a prisoner.
He placed the hours on a scale
with hours from former days to compare.
I took a hammer and broke it all.
He bent down and picked up the
shards of minutes first
then swept the seconds.
I told him he’d missed a spot;
there were some sparkling specks left.
“What are they?” he asked.
“Those are moments,” I said.
“What are they made of?” he asked.
They are times, I thought, when you win a race
or win a heart.
They are times when you give birth
or lay something, someone to rest.
When you wake up in the morning
with a smile because anything is possible.
When someone compliments the thing
you hate most about yourself.
Times when you are embarrassed.
Times when you are hurtful.
Times when you relish in a hearty meal.
Times when you service others and
are content with a well-spent day.
“What are they made of?” he asked again.
“They are made up of times when we are fully present.”
I licked my finger and picked up one of the specks
with the tip of my finger.
“Do you remember this?” I asked.
“Of course,” he said, “I was whistling in the kitchen
that morning.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because of the knowledge
that I was loved.'”

 

Kamand Kojouri