In the city of God
all roads lead to God,
each instant a crossroads
of divine possibility.
At the Plaza of the Eternal Present,
the Avenue of Memory intersects
the Boulevard of Things to Come.
Everywhere, platonic orms go by
in search of bread
or omnipotence.
The City is a perfect mandala.
Its radiant pathways
channel divine
activity every direction.
We stopped erecting shrines
the day we recognized
the city itself
is a shrine.
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(image: “City/Self Mandala” copyright 1989 by Max Reif)
