Hormuz The Rainbow Island

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

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?

Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.

Hormuz Island from sea

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

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.

I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew.

Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.

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.

I have seen the king with a face of Glory, He who is the eye and the sun of heaven, He who is the companion and healer of all beings, He who is the soul and the universe that births souls.

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

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