Centre Sphere

If half a sphere sat on a square

Such that the circle was intersected

Tangentially where it touched

The midpoints of the four sides

And centred then at cardinal points

Of East and North West and South

So that it formed the upper story

Of a constructed cross of tall hallways

Placed upon platforms of many steps

That led to avenues lined with trees

Surrounded by grounds filled with birds

That flew from forests all around

Laced with roads that winding ran

Along the sides of valleys dividing

Rocky promontories facing plains

Reaching out toward the horizon

Then we might wander to that place

And place our feet upon those steps

Pass through hallways rich with arches
Until we came to that central space

And looking up into that dome

Recognise our sacred home

The heart’s interior in blue of mind

The golden dome in the sky a sign

Echoes of angels in the songs of birds

Mosaic paths to gardened earth

Pillars of virtues guiding the living

Fountains of nourishing waters giving

Peace to the air of dappled sunlight

Leafy shade at edges where we might

Circle the circumference with songs that rhyme

Weave body and soul and words and time