In Fact, My Soul And Yours Are

Poems Reach Up Like Spindrift And The Edge Of Driftwood Along The Beach, Wanting! They Derive From A Slow And Powerful Root That We Can’t See. Stop The Words Now. Open The Window In The Center Of Your Chest, And Let The Spirits Fly In And Out.

A Lover Asked His Beloved, Do You Love Yourself More Than You Love Me? Beloved Replied, I Have Died To Myself And I Live For You. I've Disappeared From Myself And My Attributes, I Am Present Only For You. I've Forgotten All My Learnings, But From Knowing You I've Become A Scholar. I've Lost All My Strength, But From Your Power I Am Able. I Love Myself...i Love You. I Love You...i Love Myself.

Passion Is Present When A Man Can Distinguish Between The Wine And The Container. Two Men See A Loaf Of Bread. One Hasn't Eaten Anything For Ten Days. The Other Has Eaten Five Times A Day, Every Day. He Sees The Shape Of The Loaf. The Other Man With His Urgent Need Sees Inside Into The Taste, And Into The Nourishment The Bread Could Give. Be That Hungry, To See Within All Beings The Friend.

Even Though You're Not Equipped, Keep Searching: Equipment Isn't Necessary On The Way To The Lord.

There's A Path From Your Heart To Mine.