Maybe I'm just tracing the lines of my comfort zone. Going in circles. I couldn't seem to find my way out. So all I do is go in circles. Trapped in my own carousel. It's already a miracle, though to have finally realized that I am moving but not going anywhere, that I am in the same place. 'Cause how could I ever do it without having been able to step out of myself and observe my life play out? What a weird thing - this duplicity. And the world that allows it to be. Sometimes being awake only feels like self-flagellation. Until we learn how to use our own power. The power of our own mind. daena de guzman | 2017
Lie still. Stare at the ceiling. Breathe. Notice the sounds pulsing through the walls. Feel the textures enmeshed in a cobweb of scenes, events mini-multiverses of their own. You. are. untouchable. Remember this. This is a slice of eternity. Absorb it like water. Let it take the shape of your own mind. Bring eternity everywhere you go. Bring eternity in everything you do. You are Eternity. - daena de guzman | 2017
Boom that whip that zig-zag bump kiss that sass - - twist - - my electric thump. - daena de guzman | 2017
There's a song in me Who wants to rhyme with the rest of you, but Who I really am is a Haiku. - daena de guzman | 2017
In one of my future lifetimes, I wish to become a mountain.
I admire them. They are silent but they have endured so much – and they have so much life and beauty to offer. It must be their height that’s influencing their higher and wider perspective. They don’t even need to say a word nor do anything. Their mere presence is other creatures’ rock and haven. You can find your strength through the climb up and your respite as you arrive on the top. You can admire the beauty of Earth together – something she sees everyday but still never gets tired of.
Here are a couple of poems I wrote about mountains (in Tagalog).