Sun-fire clasping moonlight,
a covenant older than breath,
where king and queen entwine
in the mandorla of becoming.

Here is no fracture—
but the furnace where opposites melt,
gold with silver, spirit with flesh,
shadow kissed into flame.

This is the marriage of eternity:
the holy wound made whole,
the cosmos circling within the heart,
the Self awakening,
whispering: I am all, and all is one.