Dr. Antony Theodore
The Desire Of The Soul Towards Its Source. - Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore
The Mystic sees Reality as a living
and personal object of love.
It is the eager and outgoing activity
whose driving power is generous love.
The word love as applied to the mystics
is to be understood in its deepest, fullest sense;
as the ultimate expression
of the self’s most vital tendencies.
Mystical love is the deep-seated desire
and tendency of the soul towards its source.
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