Outpourings Perfection
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Mark Heathcote
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His heart, his endless soul
a flowering dove tree
tears and clouds cajole.
His soul an endless heart
a whirling dervish
arriving towards truth.
A centred spinning world
in ecstasy, white-gowned
divinely he-lived-on.
Where the truth does arrive
in creation, spiritual love
outpourings perfection.
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