The Soul Is So Infinite That Nothing Satisfies It. Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore

The Soul Is So Infinite That Nothing Satisfies It.

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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.

The Soul Is So Infinite That Nothing Satisfies It.
Friday, November 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: mystical philosophy
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Haruna Garba 28 April 2016

This is your own unknown depth. Speaks of freudal nature human personality. Like this Psychology.

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Hazel Durham 03 December 2015

Amazing write about the core of our being, where depth is infinite, as our souls is our spirit that has no boundaries it is released into this cosmos to wander as an eternal presence! I love this insightful and superb write!

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