Prayer Bells
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Mark Heathcote
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It's a topsy-turvy-world, but don't be fooled or confused
everything will be-unfurled and again suitably fused.
There will be prayer bells spun across the Himalayas
they shall pitch, fecund at some higher alertness:
You'll sense all living things have a tone of fulfilment
you'll pace in a labyrinth there find endless devilment.
That everything that's known still goes unrecognised
like reflective doubles, more in ways crystallised.
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