Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.
This is what love does and continues to do. It tastes like honey to adults and milk to children.
Half-heartedness doesn't reach into majesty. You set out to find God, but then you keep stopping for long periods at meanspirited roadhouses.
Burdens are the foundations of ease and bitter things the forerunners of pleasure.
Be kind and honest, and harmful poisons will turn sweet inside you.
When the ocean surges, don't let me just hear it. Let it splash inside my chest!