A poetess is not as selfish as you assume. After months of agonizing over her marriage of words—the bride—and spaces—the groom, she knows that as soon as she has penned the poem, it’s yours to consume. So, without giving it a think, she blows on the inland the letters fly awaylike dandelions on a windy day, landing on hands and lips, on hearts and hips. But more often than not, you can easily spot them trodden and forgotten, becoming sodden and rotten. Yet, she will continue to make what’s others to take because selfishness is not the mark of a poetess.

— Kamand Kojouri

Art doesn’t give rise to anything in us that isn’t already there. It simply stirs our curious consciousness and sparks a fire that illuminates who we have always wanted to be.

— Kamand Kojouri

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

As long as you're not hurting anyone or anything, including your future self, do only that which makes you happy.

— Kamand Kojouri

A soulmate is a direct pathway to God.

— Kamand Kojouri

A spark of every fire we seek is already within us.

— Kamand Kojouri

As soon as we are born we hide God in ourselves. We then spend our lives looking for Him when all along, He has been concealed behind the veil of 'I'.

— Kamand Kojouri

At a night like this, where it's just me and the yellow moon, I feel complete.

— Kamand Kojouri

Autumn has come and reason has gone. Yesterday, I sold the sun for you and tonight the stars are running away from me. When you first spoke, you slowly annihilated my world. Your mouth was like the sea — in your kisses I sank. Your hands were like the ocean — in your caresses I sank. I ask for no salvation on this moonless night. I only ask for more Autumn.

— Kamand Kojouri

Autumn is Harald I am in love. My heart has taken residence in my mind. I pick the crisp ocher leaves and put them in my pocket. I am in love.

— Kamand Kojouri