Hormuz L'isola arcobaleno

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

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.

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

That which is false troubles the heart, but truth brings joyous tranquillity.

You know the value of every article of merchandise, but if you don&#39;t know the value of your own soul, it&#39;s all foolishness.

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.

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

When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.

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.

People are crying up the rich and variegated plumage of the peacock, and he is himself blushing at the sight of his ugly feet.

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

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