Everything that you want, you are already that.
What a relief to be empty! Then God can live your life.
Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
I am dying into your mystery, and dying, I am now no other than that mystery. I open to your majesty as an orchard welcomes rain, and twenty times that.