Hormuz L'isola arcobaleno

I fear God and next to God I mostly fear them that fear him not.

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

Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.

Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life&#39;s search for love and wisdom.

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.

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.

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?

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

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

When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.

the truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell, and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.

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.