Fallen flowers

The initial inspiration for this poem has been a photography by Thierry Zakhia. You can visit his Instagram by clicking on this link to see more of his artwork! 

Bougainvillea carpet

Under the mighty tree

that has sprouted from the two lovers heart

everything is still

Pink and white flowers

rest on the ground

they are fallen from the tree

but their colours are still as vivid as they were

As an insistent wind blows

after a long season of quietness

it stirs through the fallen flowers

and brings them back to life

And then the flowers

rise again into the air

and twirl and float and dance

in unseen currents

and from this misty cloud

two faces, two angels

appear to the passerby

Those two had been long ago killed

and everybody thought them dead

and some still came to shed their tears and their curses

under the shade of their grave tree

But now this omen of flowers

what could it mean, what could it mean?

It is whispering of a different tale

It is singing of another truth

As the villagers and the passersby

gather around the tree of the fallen lovers

the breeze becomes a whirling gale

and suddenly the two figures of flowers

are taken away and for a moment

everybody must close their eyes

so intense is the wind

and when the storm quiets down

and everything returns to stillness

the lovers tree looks like it has withstood

a hundred winters more than it had before

its boughs are cracked and broken

and all trace of leaves and flowers is gone

And then a shiver runs through the crowd that has gathered around

the hearts of some beat with joy in a pool of warmth

this means that justice and fairness exist in this world after all

while others already look in fright around them

expecting the murdered lovers to be already back

to exact revenge

But little have the fearful understood

After century and century of being trapped into a tree

the two lovers have finally found freedom again

after pardoning to all who had wronged them

and pardoning their own selves for the wrongs they had committed toward others

and that was the magical key

to break open the prison past had built around them

loving themselves

and loving their friends and their foes with their entire heart

it was as simple and as tough a lesson the lovers learnt

and now they are free, free to ride the wind currents

and float to anywhere they will

bringing their light

to everyone they cross along their flight

 

 

 

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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