Hormuz L'isola arcobaleno

Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass afire with the light of wine!

May this marriage be full of laughter, our every day in paradise.

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

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

The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.

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.