Land of the rising sun

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.

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

Have patience. All things are difficult before they become easy.

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.

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

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

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

Why should I be unhappy? Every parcel of my being is in full bloom.

The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.