as an unusual kind of Russian doll.
A little plain on the outside
features worn away
Not really fitting in
with the colours and fashions
tastes and preoccupations of the world.
Oh! it’s like walking into a temple
There is a painted dome, midnight blue
studded with stars
And if you look really closely
you will see the stars are real
stretching out into
The inside of this doll is bigger
than the outside,
like a tardis.
Time and space mean little here.
Rich fabrics and jewels shimmer on the walls
but also trees, landscapes
Birds flit from tree to tree
and an imaginary cast of thousands
act out plays, ideas, novels
while music flows like wine.
At the centre, not a nest of smaller and smaller dolls
but a heart, beating in time with the universe.
Images and ideas flowing in from outside
are turned, shape shifted, into something beautiful
or something terrible,
and this place goes on for ever.
Imagine this is you.
Now, take that shimmering inside
Project it into this world
say what needs to be said
Light up our lives.