• I find myself drunk in the streets again.A glass of wine and so my thoughts begin.I smile at passersby to and fro,Faces like blank slates minutes ago,Now emotions readily painted on canvases:Grief, despair, joy, and madnesses.At this time, the clouds are sweating sweet waterAnd you can smell the scent of each corner:Fish, dirt, rotten apples, and burning tires.Close your eyes here to smell all your heart desires.Everything is more colourful when you're not yourself.So long as you’re sound body and mind, you have your wealth.I am now treading almost fleeting.Birds singing, bicycle bells ringing.I have lost my way but not my heart.Have my head, those two are apart.Take care dear city, I must soon head home.Until tomorrow evening when again I will roam

    Kamand Kojouri
  • Autumn is my favourite season of all. It is a transitory period that allows the earth to rest before it sees the harshness of winter and hears the promise of spring

    Kamand Kojouri
  • If they spit on you,collect their spittle to water your plants.If they throw stones at you,pick them up to adorn your garden.If they call you the enemy, a liar and a narcissist.Plant those very flowers: anemone, lily and narcissus.Use their crap to cultivate your mind

    Kamand Kojouri
  • Come, friends. Come with your grief. Come with your loss. Carry all the pieces of your heart and come sit with us. Bring your disappointments and your failures. Bring your betrayals and your masks. We welcome you no matter where you come from and what you bring. Come and join us at the intersection of acceptance and forgivenesswhere you will find our house of love. Bring your empty cups and we will have a feast

    Kamand Kojouri
  • If you ask all the cells in my body,they only answer your name.Follicles push the hair upwards so they may brush against your skin.Nails grow faster as well.Lungs breathe rapidlyin hopes of inhaling your scent.Toes curl to smile andknees form dimples when you are near.Brain fireworks.Stomach fills with flies of butter and swallows, andswans swoon.Cattle, rhinos, and walruses too—there’s a stampede when you are near.I love you from the bottom of my liverto the tip of my lashes.One wink from you and heart stops,like a sneeze. Bless you.I cannot even begin to tell you what happens to soul,for soul is off flying with its mate

    Kamand Kojouri
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