Dr. Antony Theodore Poems

A spiritual poet wants to be
moulded into the image of God.

Image of God is pure love.
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Once I asked a rabbit.
You run about so fast.
You will have so much
in your mind to tell me
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Your face tells me
the sorrow so deep
in your mind and soul.
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When she hugs me
and takes my face to her breasts
the comfort is in my mind
and not in my body.
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Five days later, Asifa's body was found.

After seeing her body:
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There is a land
where Dreams dance
in tremendous joy.
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With all the power of my being
I shall bless God’s holy name.
My soul, do not forget the gifts of God.
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Forget the dancer.
Kill ego.
Go to the core of ego.
Become humble.
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The awakening of the self
to the consciousness of divine reality
is marked by intense feelings
of joy and exaltation.
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At the moment of my death,
where will my soul go?

Will it go to the land of the dead
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