I feel drained

half a day of obligations

is enough

to leave me empty

and to take away

my word refuge


Then I need to paint

to create a new tiny door

yielding on the world of my dreams

to step back in the place

I’ve left I’ve lost



A strong wind is blowing

over the desert surface

it is not a wind of storm or rain

but a wind of barrenness


No matter how long this wind continues blowing

it won’t bring life it won’t bring warmth

No, it will endlessly blow

yielding no result at all

It is not a place of my spirit

where I enjoy staying

with all this ice dust

floating in the air



“Saturn” is a watercolor I painted

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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