My story

I cannot write the story of others in earnest

before ending to tell my own story

for years I’ve written prose and poetry

for years I’ve made up characters

but now I realize it always was my own story I was telling

my own dreams and my own fears, always trapped in the me

Now I am writing the last chapters of this story

as you flip through the pages

you won’t find one uniform story line

but rather a mosaic of metaphors and paintings

each capturing a luminous figment of who I was when I had written it

Why would this book have any value for others, I sometimes wonder

each poem, each story is a little step I’ve carved on the steep rock

while climbing the mountain of my dreams

rare are the people that arrive on the top of their mountain

rare are the people who can not only describe the view from up there

but also all the journey to reach the summit, its beauties and its hardships

rare are the people who get to love and be loved truly

and that is the journey I will share in this first book of mine, a book that is not a book, a book that is the way to myself

 

 

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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