Hormuz The Rainbow Island

The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.

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.

That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.

Hormuz Island from sea

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

When the belly is empty, the body becomes spirit; and when it is full, the spirit becomes body.

What shall I say, O Muslims, I know not myself, I am neither a Christian, nor a Jew, nor a Zoroastrian, nor a Muslim.

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.

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

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

There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.