Hormuz l'île Rainbow

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

The gifts of lovers to one another are, in respect to love, nothing but forms; yet, they testify to invisible love.

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

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

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.

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

A man is insensible to the relish of prosperity &#39;til he has tasted adversity.

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

When the belly is empty, the body becomes spirit; and when it is full, the spirit becomes body.

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

Sunlight fell upon the wall; the wall received a borrowed splendor. Why set your heart on a piece of earth, O simple one? Seek out the source which shines forever.

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.