Golden Mist

Golden Mist

I look around me

but the mist has grown denser

flattening the volume of the world before me


I try to peep beyond the mist


I see waters rising all around me

waves shattering on the fragile platform where I am standing

and the heaving breathing, sneezing of the sea

spraying me with moisture and salt

the waters are dark and their furious seething is scary

and yet night after night I return to this place

each time the waters are a little higher, a little more threatening

and soon I will have to swim


I see endless plains and hills and clefts stretching before my feet

and a strange pale luminescence in the sky

it is hard to believe that from this flatness a world will emerge

that sharp contours will once appear occupying space and casting shadows

made of colors so bright they will awe my eyes used to dimness

the dimness of a golden mist pregnant with my dream


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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