Peony Pavillion

Sometimes the flowers speak for themselves...for something different and unexpected, display them in a simple jug! which is what our colleague, Xavier, did!

Intoxicated by the Wine of Love

Intoxicated by the Wine of Love

From each a mystic silence Love demands.
What do all seek so earnestly? 'Tis Love.
What do they whisper to each other? Love.
Love is the subject of their inmost thoughts.
In Love no longer 'thou' and 'I' exist,
For Self has passed away in the Beloved.
Now will I draw aside the veil from Love,
And in the temple of mine inmost soul,
Behold the Friend; Incomparable Love.
He who would know the secret of both worlds,
Will find the secret of them both, is Love.


- Farid ud Din Attar - translation Margaret Smith -