霍尔木兹彩虹岛

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

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

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

海上的霍尔木兹岛

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

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.

Don&#39;t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

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

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

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?

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.