Desert islands

The islands were desert and peaceful

And the wind blew freely among the blades of grass

And the sky was clear and light


Thriving island

One day civilization appeared, awareness spread

Temples were built and destroyed as seasons passed

Gaps were bridged, seas and skies were colonized

The harmony that existed in times of yore was gone

Instead tension had started accumulating everywhere

There were many colors, many shapes

the wrong shapes, the wrong colors

Everything screamed of disharmony

Of impending disaster

Of a brewing storm in the heaviness of the sky

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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