Hormuz L'isola arcobaleno

Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.

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

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.

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

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

Whatever makes an impression on the heart seems lovely in the eye.

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.

Whenever you argue with another wiser than yourself in order that others may admire your wisdom, they will discover your ignorance.

Most of the birds of the Old World can be found here, as Oman is on a strategic route for migrating birds.

However much I might try to expound or explain Love, when I come to Love itself, I am ashamed of my explanations... Love alone can explain the mysteries of love and lovers.

Sunlight fell upon the wall; the wall received a borrowed splendor. Why set your heart on a piece of earth, O simple one? Seek out the source which shines forever.

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.