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When eternity and the moment embrace under the dome of stars,
Love, the soul's royal garment, confronts the sword of time.
It is the torch that burns to the bone, battling against death,
And with each pulsation, it inscribes the essential, the sine qua non of existence.
Oh, love - the unexpected radiance in the eye of darkness,
Turning the void into a song of light, of life.
Through it, the universe became intelligible, speaking its secrets;
It is said that a star cannot shine unless it loves the infinite.
What is love, if not the silent dialogue between atoms and comets?
A weave that unites the fibers of the cosmos with those of the heart.
What battles hidden in the quiet mystery, of all that breathes,
Stretches and lays out like a cloak upon the shoulders of broken reality.
If love is God, then we are the spark,
The moment when the divine and human intersect in a kiss.
Walls of flesh and time, but also the church where the ritual is performed,
And in the final numbness, we, a fragment of the sacred, return it in an embrace.
Under white sheets of clouds, on the azure bed of night,
Love silently weaves the path to the source of ultimate reality.
Leaving the garment of flesh, we hope our particle of eternity
Will build a bridge to where everything is pure, before beginnings were written.
The earthly eye closes and the celestial one opens,
Love takes flight, free, in a cosmic river sprinkled with possible worlds.
Now and forever, in this dance with mystery, a step towards death,
Another trembling with life, we inscribe on the map our way to that endless beginning.

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