If it wasn’t for all those silver wings spread out to help you on your journey, you would’a dead or someplace screamin’ in a nut house a long time ago.

— Aberjhani

If the idea of loving those whom you have been taught to recognize as your enemies is too overwhelming, consider more deeply the observation that we are all much more alike than we are unalike.

— Aberjhani

In an age of bombs guzzling blood, skylarks merge peace with thought and action.

— Aberjhani

In an age when nations and individuals routinely exchange murder for murder, when the healing grace of authentic spirituality is usurped by the divisive politics of religious organizations, and when broken hearts bleed pain in darkness without the relief of compassion, the voice of an exceptional poet producing exceptional work is not something the world can afford to dismiss.

— Aberjhani

In a rich moonlit garden, flowers open beneath the eyes of entire nations terrified to acknowledge the simplicity of the beauty of peace.

— Aberjhani

In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.

— Aberjhani

Individual cultures and ideologies have their appropriate uses but none of them erase or replace the universal experiences, like love and weeping and laughter, common to all human beings.

— Aberjhani

Individuals often turn to poetry, not only to glean strength and perspective from the words of others, but to give birth to their own poetic voices and to hold history accountable for the catastrophes rearranging their lives.

— Aberjhani

In its essence, Martin Luther King Jr.’s ‘I Have a Dream’ speech is one citizen’s soul-searing plea with his countrymen––Whites and Blacks––to recognize that racial disparities fueled by unwarranted bigotry were crippling America’s ability to shine as a true beacon of democracy in a world filled with people groping their way through suffocating shadows of political turmoil, economic oppression, military mayhem, starvation, and disease.

— Aberjhani

In my head this cruel unspeakable truth: that we battled, and we cursed, and we spilled each other’s blood, we relished our taste of hell and strangled heaven’s love.

— Aberjhani