Hormuz l'île Rainbow

Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.

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

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

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

Whenever you argue with another wiser than yourself in order that others may admire your wisdom, they will discover your ignorance.

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

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

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

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.

Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I&#39;ve gone and come back, I&#39;ll find it at home.