The Two Domes on the Gurdwara
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The dome of gold is higher than the white
One. Both are perfect. “Innocence,” says one,
“Is perfect, flawless, like a rigid rite.”
Yet white is cold, is of the realm of shun,
Prefers perfections of virginity.
This white dome wants perfection that is “not,”
Not painful, not frost like divinity.
White never wants a trying, flaming hot
Purgation to remove impurity.
Snow does not even nod to faults or flaws.
It is a thing of insecurity
And so it wants not love but stone-cut laws.
..The gold is a perfection made from heat,
….A glow of ideality, replete.