He captured the wild beauty of hidden worlds.
He defied the prevailing orthodoxies,
Of his stifling times; with bold, prophetic words;
Which he conceived from blazing visions & dreams.
He wept at the sight of appalling poverty.
He railed against all corrupt kings & callous priests.
For the very heart of his religion was Love:
A force from within; not dictated from above.
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