There is a fountain inside you. Don't walk around with an empty bucket.
Try something different. Surrender.
Half-heartedne ss doesn't reach into majesty.
When inward tenderness finds the secret hurt, pain itself will crack the rock and Ah! Let the soul emerge.
Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn it? They fall and falling, they're given wings.
When the world pushes you to your knees, you're in the perfect position to pray.