The secret essence of the soul that knows the truth is calling out to God: Beloved…strip me of the consolations of my complacent spirituality. Plunge me into the darkness where I cannot rely on any of my old tricks for maintaining my separation.
Let me give up on trying to convince myself that my own spiritual deeds are bound to be pleasing to You. Take all my juicy spiritual feelings, Beloved, and dry them up, and then please light them on fire.
Take my lofty spiritual concepts and plunge them into darkness, and then burn them. Let me only love you, Beloved. Let me quietly and with unutterable simplicity just love you.