Dr. Antony Theodore
Looking At The Face Of Perfect Love - Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore
When it reaches the higher levels of reality
the consciousness finds itself possessed
by the sense of a Being
which is greater than the Self.
The mystic is then, so close in intimacy.
In the mystic, this union is conscious,
personal and complete.
The mystic looks upon
the face of PERFECT LOVE
and lost in this attraction,
the transcendental consciousness
dominate the normal consciousness
and he surrenders himself
to the embrace of Reality.
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