The house of my dreams

The house of my dreams

I feel at peace


My heart swells

with love

for all

I am blessed

and happy

to be




I dreamt

of a house

I had climbed a hill

It was a marvelous

enchanted place

And I dreamt again and again of this place

each time differently

sometimes I explored the stone house

its hidden passages its poetry

sometimes I discover the garden around

the ponds the shrubs the red berries trees


This house awakens something very old sleeping within me

It tickles the memory of the child I was

This child who died a long, long time ago


But what if this child is not dead

What if he simply is held prisoner

Stifled, hushed, blinded

in a dusty donjon of my spirit town



“The house of my dreams” is the first watercolor I ever paint patiently

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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