Hormuz L'isola arcobaleno

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;

If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.

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

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I&#39;ve gone and come back, I&#39;ll find it at home.

Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.

I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.

Oman overall has great animal and plant biodiversity because it has mountains, desert, coastal areas and rich coral reefs.

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?

Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth, &#39;You owe me.&#39; Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.

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.

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

There is an invisible strength within us; when it recognizes two opposing objects of desire, it grows stronger.