Unicorn thoughts

Fiction, The Self
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
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You are Eternity

Fiction, The Self
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

 

The Silent Warrior

Fiction, Life path, Places, The Self

climb

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).