I, You, He, She, We In The

The Lion Is Most Handsome When Looking For Food.

A Lover Knows Only Humility, He Has No Choice. He Steals Into Your Alley At Night, He Has No Choice. He Longs To Kiss Every Lock Of Your Hair, Don't Fret, He Has No Choice. In His Frenzied Love For You, He Longs To Break The Chains Of His Imprisonment, He Has No Choice.

Forgive: If You Never Know Forgiveness, You'll Never Know The Blessings That God Gives.

Neither This Body Am I, Nor Soul, Nor These Fleeting Images Passing By, Nor Concepts And Thoughts, Mental Images, Nor Yet Sentiments And The Psyche's Labyrinth. Who Then Am I? A Consciousness Without Origin, Not Born In Time, Nor Begotten Here Below. I Am That Which Was, Is And Ever Shall Be, A Jewel In The Crown Of The Divine Self, A Star In The Firmament Of The Luminous One.

Whoever Brought Me Here Will Have To Take Me Home.