Hormuz L'isola arcobaleno

What shall I say, O Muslims, I know not myself, I am neither a Christian, nor a Jew, nor a Zoroastrian, nor a Muslim.

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.

When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.

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

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

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?

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.

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

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

Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don&#39;t give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.

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.

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