Dr. Antony Theodore
The Soul Is So Infinite That Nothing Satisfies It. - Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore
The personality of a man or a woman
is a far deeper and more mysterious thing
than the sum of his conscious feeling,
thought and will.
There is an invisible root in you
from where all the spiritual faculties
generate as lines from a centre,
or as sparks from the fire.
This is your own unknown depth.
This depth is called the centre,
the fund, or bottom of the soul.
This depth is unity in itself.
It is the experience of the infinity of the soul.
The soul is so infinite
that nothing can satisfy it.
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