Moors

Moors

I’m standing, barefoot on soft grass

watching the river flow

the dancing shades

and the neighbor moor

I wonder what hides in its soil

making it so red and brown

when I am myself so green and bland

 

The seeds of life are carried away by the fast streaming water

I try to catch them with my roots, with tentacle-like blades of grass

but they’re too thin and slippery to be trapped

 

The sky is yellowing under the morning sun

I’m lost at the confine of realms where unknown colors shine

A fresh breeze blows all around me, wrapping me in the story it yarns

 

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. You will also come across many paintings by Chantal Peguiron that are intimately related to my artwork. They all fall within the realm of Hazen. If you like it, don’t hesitate to subscribe and follow me on social media! May you have an inspiring visit!

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