The Beads of Change

The Beads of Change

The beads of change are flying in the air

whistling softly as they circle and zip over my head

I look at them and each bears a world within

I see falling tears

and word bullets

graceful butterflies

and carrion birds

The beads smell of death and life and rain and draught and change

I still lack the clarity I perceive in some of these marbles

each is telling a different story

when I listen to one at a time the path I need to follow shines in the distance and my heart beats with elation

but when I start listening to all their confusing patter, I remain in place, frozen, thoughts and emotions in disarray, lost on the way to proceed


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!

One comment

  1. Toutes ces peintures!!
    Elle est magnifique !!
    C’est la plus belle!


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