Smoking mountain

Smoking mountain

The mountain of our spirit is still smoking

it’s burning from within and throwing its fumes into the air

obscuring views, destroying the plants that try to grow on its slopes

all what has the right to exist there is molten rock that has dried in strange, eerie shapes


Time has now come to reclaim these lands

using the wood from our woodlands to build

instead of letting it fall and rot and nourish the dying embers

extinguishing its fires and sowing the seeds of renewal and life on its grounds



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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