You The One In All,

We Are Born Of Love. Love Is Our Mother.

I Do Not Know Who Lives Here In My Chest, Or Why The Smile Comes. I Am Not Myself, More The Bare Green Knob Of A Rose That Lost Every Leaf And Petal To The Morning Wind.

Greed Makes Man Blind And Foolish, And Makes Him An Easy Prey For Death.

I Don’t Know Why; When I Look At You, I See Myself

Love's Nationality Is Separate From All Other Religions, The Lover's Religion And Nationality Is The Beloved (god). The Lover's Cause Is Separate From All Other Causes Love Is The Astrolabe Of God's Mysteries.