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The making of love,
like the dance of destruction,
wields force and yields surrender.

On the grounds of such hallowed paradox
sits a temple in which the goddess reigns.

She resides in the vibrancy of space,
the intimacy of aloneness,
and the fierce shape
of the great gesture,
which, like the body, becomes the world.

 

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