Centipede

Centipede

Sometimes I become trapped in a restless craving to share my art

To add my own feeble voice to the dissonance of a world that can hardly hear

Waiting for people to positively react in front of my work

I become so engrossed with this self-assigned task

That it undermines my focus to do anything else, to think and ponder and create

 

That’s why I came up with the decision to abandon social media two years ago

But as my father told me yesterday, it’s a pity to deprive others of my words

And deep down this craving for recognition has never left me

 

Each strong emotion in life should be explored I believe

Even if in appearance this emotion seems motivated by the ego

By this confused and ever shifting need to be recognized, respected, admired

Perhaps underlying that muddled ambition there’s a precious truth

Perhaps the world truly needs my voice, my words

This wisdom that has been dormant in my heart for two decades and a half

And now needs an outlet to be expressed

And reach to the mind and the heart of others

Taking the shape of stories, poetry, drawings, paintings and whatever else

What matters is that my body and mind, this bridge between my soul and the physical world

Become strong enough to convey and sculpt all this lava into beautiful carvings

What matters is tuning in to my inner voice more and more

A voice that is more like a whisper

A whisper we often disregard so taken are we by the external noises of life

Amplified by the internal cacophony of fears

How to hear the truth when your ears are deafened day and night by clatter

How to recognize the silent whisper of the inner glacier of your heart

This piece of ice that cannot melt or be altered despite all the dust, mud and sediments under which life has hidden it

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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