The mountains fair

stand in the distance

beyond the rolling hills

of dark and light green

Hië where all the water courses take birth

Hië that hides more than a-secret

Up there on the peaks

where snow sleeps all year round

the man is closer to the sky

than he is to the land

Deep down in the valley

the river is drowned in mist

and you can walk as stealthily

and silently as a ghost

No one knows all the paths of the mountains

You can come and go unobserved

and what you seek most

you will find there

Come a-light both in mind and in heart

Don’t carry all your load on your back

and learn to walk as lightly

as if you were caressing the floor

For the secrets you are looking for

hide in your core and your demeanour

Under your feet the mountain is alive

it guides you toward what you seek

but to hear its whisper

you first need to listen



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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