Caves Of Dharma Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Out from the caves
Kelp shores in the moon
We wait
Crying like falling stars
Hollow caves filled with time
Sisters with courage
Sisters wanting open fields
We are not going back
Bold as golden lions

Recovered from the incest
Severed from the chauvinism
She smiles again like azaleas
Eastern lanterns bring free winds
Out of the grip of gargoyles
Out of cold stone religion
The God of the cross reaches
Personal relationships replace ritual
Her dog runs along the sea

Black silk young with vision
Living by the ancient dreams
The wind blows her wild hair
The doors are the tides
Meadows of jubilant pearls
Nothing harvested by the dark lord
Rows of costumes burned
No victims crying
No molds that crystallize

Wear the shells of sea
Wear the beads of the land
Aqua eyes shine with dawn
Sacred souls gentle as clover
Sun inward and outward
Scallion ships with herbs
Decorate your heart with sky
Let the breeze carry your love
We are out forever from the caves

Her dress of summer roses
Mauve dances like purple life
Fountains of color in fauve night
Existential bliss revels
Justification in eyes of wonder
Grow your seeds like foreign love
Lentils, celery garnish kitchen poetry
Old farm houses with soft light
Paris breathes on the walls

Never let the madness win
Their endless war
Doves fly among the stars
Reflect the apple orchids
Exile is fools gold
Mountain streams are true jewels
She paints for the spring
Join hands children of begonias
Music fills the caves