Letter to San Bruno Mountain

Dear Mountain,

You stand there, next to me.

You look soo big and strong.

But also sweet and protective.

I am here next to you and can feel your strength.

You are steady and still.

I am by the water but I can only see you.

You look at me, you are telling me something.

Am I supposed to climb your heights?

Are you my ground from where I will be able to take support to fly away for some other land?

You are my friend dearest Mountain and I am listening.

Om Shanti.

Letter to Lady Boat

Dear Boat,

I don't know if I will ever see you again but I will never forget what we shared.
I will never forget your smell, your warmth, the sweetness of your shapes.

My dear Lady, you are so graceful, generous.
You opened your heart to me, you let me melt with you, you listened to me. You talked to me.
I could feel your sweet soul.

I hugged you, you took me in your arms. You received me and found the word to soothe my heart.
We rested together in peace and bound forever.
Now we share this secret connection. I have some of you in me as you have some of me in you.

Forever linked by the blue.


Om Shanti.

Letter to France,

Dear France,

You are my birthplace,

I've got some of you in me.

But coming back to your land,

I don't feel at home.

You are beautiful,

You are strong,

You hold many battle and victory,

But it seems foreign to me.

I don't recognize your people.

I don't recognize your waters.

I don't recognize your ground.

I don't recognize your sky.

Am I from here? Is it real? Is it a dream?

Om Shanti.