Letter to Mr. Doubt

Dear Mr Doubt,

You know what?

I am not going to listen to you anymore.

I mean I will say "hi" to you because you are like an old friend now, but then I will let you go.

I know that your attentions were good,

that you just wanted to protect me from suffering.

But at the end you cut me from any creativity, life force and faith.

Today my faith is big and maybe big enough to welcome you, smile at you and move on.

You are like the fog, making me forget how blue the sky can be, how sweet life can be.

My inner light was too weak to burn you and wherever I was going there was fog.

But today my sun is shinning and as soon as you touch it you get happily dissolved.

And this sun is the light of faith.

It was a great pleasure to meet you Mr. Doubt but our time is over.

Om Shanti.

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.

A letter to the Pacific

Dear Pacific,

Day after day you became my refuge.

Always there, blue, gray, calm, furious you are there.

And I feel you in my blood, flowing in my vein.

You are in me. I am made of you. I am you.

You invited me, you called me and I surrendered.

This is a self abandon.

I melt in you. You are me.

Going away from your flow, I am scared.

Can I do that?

Can I live a day, a week, without your smell, your taste, your strength, your voice?

Take me, swallow me. I am yours.

Om Shanti.

A letter to the Weather

Dear Weather,

So full of surprise, mystery.

So unpredictable.

We try to catch you, master you.

We draw curves, we put you into tabs, charts and statistics.

We reduce you to numbers and probability.

But at the end you are the one who choose.

Either we go with your flow or we fight you.

Either we take your manifestations as a gift or as a threat.

But I know that the happy man will be the one who will be free of any idea, anticipation.

The one who will be able to see equally a drop of rain or a sun beam.

The one who will be able to welcome you as you come and enjoy any opportunity for renewal.

Om Shanti.

A letter to California

Dear California,

When I met you it was love at first sight.

You welcomed me with open arms.

You took me under your wings.

You cherished me, you nourished me.

You soothed my heart to slowly allow me to get in touch with it.

Through the beauty of life you shared with me,

you brought me back to a deep connection with mother Earth.

You showed me the divine in all creation.

Dear California, wherever I go in the future you will stay in my heart for ever.

You are my mother land.

I am your forever child.

Om Shanti.