A rug-mandala ripples like a coral reef
Egg-shaped windows invite the landscape in
Minimalism and shawls, a fabric hug
Pools of sunlight flood the open space
This building breathes in hope, hints at transition
This is a womb-world, comfort's at its core
Passing through, so many fragile souls
A spirit-house, washing away rain's tears.
The Elephant in the Room is faced, embraced and welcomed
Snøhetta, design for hope, the cosmic egg
White hope on the thin shell of humanity
Inglenooks, thin forest of souls in extremis
Openness is key unlocking the soaring clouds
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A beautifully lyric poem of great depth and broadness of spirit The place came alive under your pen I was in the space looking through your poet eyes 10 +++