Quotes by Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams

“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.”

“Between death and hell a bridge shining silver wings offers his soul hope.”

“In an age of bombsguzzling blood, skylarks merge peacewith thought and action.”

“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 rivers deeper and truer nat...”

“An outrageous instinct to love and be loved blinded your arms to lines of proprietyWomen and Men, Christians and Jews, Muslims and Buddhists, white, black, red, brown. An outrageous instinct to lov...”

“Now come the whispersbearing bouquets of moonbeamsand sunlight tremblings.”

“If it wasnt for all those silver wings spread out to help you on your journey, you woulda been dead or someplace screamin in a nut house a long time ago.”

“Stars ink your fingerswith a lexicon of flameblazing rare knowledge.”

“September 11, 2001: Citizens of the U.S., besieged by terrors sting,rose up, weeping glory, as if on eagles wings.--from the poem Angel of Remembrance: Candles for September 11, 2001”

“Where humanitysowed faith, hope, and unity, joy’s garden blossomed.”

“Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks.”

“This is what our love is––a sacred pattern of unbroken unity sewn flawlessly invisible inside all other images, thoughts, smells, and sounds.”

“The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion–– cools your fears with peace.”

“History dressed up in the glow of love’s kiss turned grief into beauty.”

“On faith’s battered back calm eyes etch prayers that cool a nation’s hot rage.”

“Your pain is a school unto itself–– and your joy a lovely temple.”

“Hope drowned in shadowsemerges fiercely splendid––boldly angelic.”

“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.”

“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”