Hormuz The Rainbow Island

The gifts of lovers to one another are, in respect to love, nothing but forms; yet, they testify to invisible love.

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

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

Hormuz Island from sea

Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.

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

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.

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.

Why should I be unhappy? Every parcel of my being is in full bloom.

You&#39;ve come to know the fortunate and the inauspicious stars, but you don&#39;t know whether you yourself are fortunate or lucky.

I have seen the king with a face of Glory, He who is the eye and the sun of heaven, He who is the companion and healer of all beings, He who is the soul and the universe that births souls.

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.