Kurdistan; Zagros Gate

Palangan

Palangan

Palangan

Palangan

Above the &quot;Deyvaznav&quot; village

Uraman Takht

There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.

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.

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

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

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

I have no companion but Love, no beginning, no end, no dawn. The Soul calls from within me: &#39;You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.&#39;

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

Zarivar Lake

The moment I first heard love I gave up my soul, my heart, and my eyes.