Quotes From "The River Of Winged Dreams" By Aberjhani

Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne...
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Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace. Aberjhani
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Love taught me to die with dignity that I might come forth anew in splendor. Born once of flesh, then again of fire, I was reborn a third time to the sound of my name humming haikus in heaven’s mouth. Aberjhani
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Quote words that affirmall men and women are yourbrothers and sisters. Aberjhani
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Where humanitysowed faith, hope, and unity, joy’s garden blossomed. Aberjhani
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Rainer Maria Rilke greeted and wrestled with the angels of his Duino Elegies in the solitude of a castle surrounded by white cliffs tall trees and the sea. I greeted most of mine in the solitude of a house that still vibrated with the throbs of a singular life that had helped shape many lives and with the ache of attempts to render useful service to that life. The River of Winged Dreams was therefore constructed as a link between dimensions of past and future emotions and intellect and matter and spirit. Aberjhani
Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to...
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Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks. Aberjhani
Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal...
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Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds. Aberjhani
This is what our love is——a sacred pattern of unbroken...
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This is what our love is——a sacred pattern of unbroken unity sewn flawlessly invisible inside all other images, thoughts, smells, and sounds. Aberjhani
Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of...
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Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope. Aberjhani
Hearts rebuilt from hope resurrect dreams killed by hate.
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Hearts rebuilt from hope resurrect dreams killed by hate. Aberjhani
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never...
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In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. Aberjhani
The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion——...
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The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion—— cools your fears with peace. Aberjhani
History dressed up in the glow of love’s kiss turned...
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History dressed up in the glow of love’s kiss turned grief into beauty. Aberjhani
Souls reconstructed with faith transform agony into peace.
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Souls reconstructed with faith transform agony into peace. Aberjhani
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On faith’s battered back calm eyes etch prayers that cool a nation’s hot rage. Aberjhani
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The death of a dream can in fact serve as the vehicle that endows it with new form, with reinvigorated substance, a fresh flow of ideas, and splendidly revitalized color. In short, the power of a certain kind of dream is such that death need not indicate finality at all but rather signify a metaphysical and metaphorical leap forward. Aberjhani
Compassion crowns the soul with its truest victory.
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Compassion crowns the soul with its truest victory. Aberjhani
Your pain is a school unto itself—— and your joy...
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Your pain is a school unto itself—— and your joy a lovely temple. Aberjhani
In the days when hyenas of hate suckle the babes...
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In the days when hyenas of hate suckle the babes of men, and jackals of hypocrisy pimp their mothers’ broken hearts, may children not look to demons of ignorance for hope. Aberjhani
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Hope drowned in shadowsemerges fiercely splendid——boldly angelic. Aberjhani
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The dancing vortex of a sacred metaphor clashes horns and halos to make wounded music set to the tempo of a new era in brilliant labor. Aberjhani
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Between death and hell a bridge shining silver wings offers his soul hope. Aberjhani
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In an age of bombsguzzling blood, skylarks merge peacewith thought and action. Aberjhani
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The whole purpose of the construction of The Bridge of Silver Wings was to provide a path leading to The River of Winged Dreams, or to serve as a resting place until the river’s deeper and truer nature revealed itself. Aberjhani
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An outrageous instinct to love and be loved blinded your arms to lines of propriety—— Women and Men, Christians and Jews, Muslims and Buddhists, white, black, red, brown. An outrageous instinct to love and be loved executed your brain every hour on the hour. Aberjhani
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If it wasn’t for all those silver wings spread out to help you on your journey, you would’a been dead or someplace screamin’ in a nut house a long time ago. Aberjhani
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Now come the whispersbearing bouquets of moonbeamsand sunlight tremblings. Aberjhani
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Stars ink your fingerswith a lexicon of flameblazing rare knowledge. Aberjhani
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September 11, 2001: Citizens of the U.S., besieged by terror’s sting, rose up, weeping glory, as if on eagles’ wings.--from the poem Angel of Remembrance: Candles for September 11, 2001 Aberjhani