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In the Church
The cool earth caresses our feet, and
The moist air surrounds our bodies.
I glance at you, you glance at me,
And I recognize myself in your eyes.
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As we join in the hieros gamos,
I celebrate the union of my selves.
As you come to me and through me,
I am certain that I am complete. |
Now I can go forth from my center
To assume my place in the world.
Where each man's strength attests
To their reason for being on earth. |
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