Hormuz The Rainbow Island

Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass afire with the light of wine!

I have no companion but Love, no beginning, no end, no dawn. The Soul calls from within me: &#39;You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.&#39;

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.

Hormuz Island from sea

Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hid and show what&#39;s hidden.

A little and a little, collected together, becomes a great deal; the heap in the barn consists of single grains, and drop and drop make the inundation.

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

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.

Don&#39;t be surprised at Fortune&#39;s turns and twists: That wheel has spun a thousand yarns before.

Have patience. All things are difficult before they become easy.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.

The best loved by God are those that are rich, yet have the humility of the poor, and those that are poor and have the magnanimity of the rich.