Hormuz l'île Rainbow

the truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell, and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.

Listen! Clam up your mouth and be silent like an oyster shell, for that tongue of yours is the enemy of the soul, my friend. When the lips are silent, the heart has a hundred tongues.

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.

However much I might try to expound or explain Love, when I come to Love itself, I am ashamed of my explanations... Love alone can explain the mysteries of love and lovers.

Don&#39;t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

He who is a slave to his stomach seldom worships God.

Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life&#39;s search for love and wisdom.

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

May this marriage be full of laughter, our every day in paradise.