In the Cave of the Madonna ( Village of Topollia Crete 1994 )

In the Cave of the Madonna ( Village of Topollia Crete 1994 ) I formed a square of brick a block house of the future and the years like dust lay thick around my door many footsteps answer like dreams upon my floor I built a synthetic artery into the mountain side And there beneath a hollow cave I found inside the minarets of aeons forming in a habitat of drips and spires consorting with empathy in the dim dark evolving beauty drip drip after drop of centuries Here, I formed a square of brick and white shrine painted to house the endless time of my soul the worshipful desires of my domicile and heart I designed to entomb and liberate before this sanctum of the mountains core to feel here in this high and inaccessible place a little closer to my troubled God Far from close and so difficult to traverse the winding pathways of stones and rock the sheer cliffs of my life longs work Long ago I forgot the peace of the valley the walls and road interrupted my view into serenity but occasionally when the night is close I hear the drips of those forming spires and expanses of time open a vista where my ancestry and history breathes for a second and my only answer to this mystery is my house of brick shrine of white Madonna church My religion