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Over-soul

"The Supreme Critic on the errors of the past and the present, and the only prophet of that which must be, is that great nature in which we rest, as the earth lies in the soft arms of the atmosphere; that Unity, that Over-soul, within which every man's particular being is contained and made one with all other."

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Tag: Angelus Silesius

Where is My Dwelling Place?

Where is my dwelling place? Where I can never stand.
Where is my final goal, toward which I should ascend?
It is beyound all place. What should my quest then be?
I must, transcending God, into the desert flee.

Angelus Silesius

Posted on January 24, 2010April 19, 2020Categories Poetry, ReligionAuthor Angelus Silesius
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