A mystic writer carries within himself
a continuing dialectic, keeping
his thoughts always in process.
His thoughts and his words
change gradually in the couse of time.
Growth is a characteristic of life and thought.
The seeds of the mystical thought
is present germinally in such minds.
Sometimes God brings them
into a personal crisis
from which they emerge
as a contemplative of a special kind.
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