霍尔木兹彩虹岛

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

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

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.

海上的霍尔木兹岛

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.

I have no companion but Love, no beginning, no end, no dawn. The Soul calls from within me: &#39;You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.&#39;

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

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.

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don&#39;t finally meet somewhere. They&#39;re in each other all along.

I fear God and next to God I mostly fear them that fear him not.

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.