by Thomas Heng
Not in the glimpse cast by one's object of fancy
Nor in the presence of one's ephemeral desire
Nor in the ardour of another's eyes
But in the union of eternal souls
Not in the entwining of one's body with another
Nor in the afterglow that soon expires
But in the moment of one's creation
For without the Infinite all things are meaningless
With the Divine nothingness become purposeful
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