A dance

It’s a dance we are dancing

Parrying, attacking

With streaks of words and notes of silence

Striking and being stricken in the most painful places


It’s a dance we are dancing

A dance of love and justice

A dance of joy and misery

A dance of laughter and anger

A dance of sadness and vulnerability

A dance of power and mightiness


We dance and dance and dance

And as the opponent moves

We discover the next step of the choreography

A spontaneous move

And yet a mirror one

A mirror of a mirror

Reflecting yet another mirror

This is a dance of vertigo

A dance where the echo of every step is reverberated

Propagating from the hand to the body, from the heart to the mind

Filling them with an urgency of motion

Filling them with an explosion of emotions

Yet to be returned and echoed in the beholder’s heart


This is a dance of distance

A dance where the dancers are close and far

Where they learn to measure the space between their steps

To count the rhythm of the beats of their heart

For there’s no other music than that of their heart

No other tune than the tune of healing

This storm inside that travels from limb to limb, from organ to organ

This storm inside that reestablishes the sacred unity

The unity of the mind and of the heart, of the body and of the soul

This storm inside that tears and polishes

Destroying and eliminating the roots of death

Clearing and reawakening the vessels of life


This is a dance of balance

A dance danced on the beats of the storm inside

A dance that brings the dancers closer and closer, closer and closer

Dancing on the edge of a circle that becomes narrower and narrower

Narrower and narrower, with just the emptiness behind their back

No other possibility than to continue dancing, or falling

It is the dance of the fearless

A dance that brings two flames together

A dance that kindles a fire impossible to extinguish

A dance that illuminates everything around

With the blazing magic of creation and life

About Erik Vincenti Zakhia

Dear all, I will share with you many of my poems, short stories, drawings and paintings telling of my journey of self-discovery and my reflections about life, love, art, spirituality, sexuality, kundalini rise, and twin flames. They all fall within the realm of Hazen. May you have an inspiring visit!

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