The wind is blowing so fiercely

clouds are a blur in the sky

leaves dance relentlessly

shadows move across the land

and I am carried and tossed away

as though I was but another flake of pollen


I stumble and run with the wind

feeling its tear at my cloths, at my mind, at my heart

I’m not yet pure enough, light enough to fly

I must discard all what is useless and heavy in me

before taking the air and flapping my arms


Meanwhile I wonder where this wind is carrying me

the direction is the same, north, always north

what is there in the north that is so precious and so important

that the wind takes the trouble to take me there


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!


  1. The wind carries me to the west all the time 😉

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