Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.
If words come out of the heart, they will enter the heart.
The heart is cooking a pot of food for you. Be patient until it is cooked
I am not from east or west not up from the ground or out of the ocean my place is placeless a trace of the traceless I belong to the beloved
You left ground and sky weeping, mind and soul full of grief. No one can take your place in existence or in absence.
Make peace with the universe. Take joy in it. It will turn to gold. Resurrection will be now. Every moment, a new beauty.