“For aeons 
I have wandered like a vagabond 
in search of myself,
Like the parched landscape of summer,
Waiting to surrender to the softness of monsoon rain;
And now the noise within my mind 
yearns for some kind of silence.
Like the tranquility that permeates through the hollow of space.
I have been in search for a drop of stillness 
for long as I can remember - 
trying to quiet the mind. 
I’m weary of my senses,
Of the wars that wage unannounced. 

​I want to embrace rest.
I want to wrap myself --
in the placidity of the ocean mist 
and allow its waters to run over me,
and hold me still. 
I want to lay on the earth 
to feel its unyielding strength and tender care. 
I want to stare at the sky 
and be awed by its expanse. 
And watch an eagle fly over me, 
I want to admire the regality of its flight --
without being stirred by the desire for wings. 
I want to lie down just for a moment, 
and be enveloped by the eternity of time
and steeped in the silence of space.”

-d.h.

“I feel like I’m melting into something else
I feel like shattered glass floating around 
In search of it’s missing pieces,
As though I am no longer what I used to be;
But know not who I’m becoming.
I feel the warmth of fire in my heart 
spreading through all the cracks,
as if trying to weld the broken parts.
But it’s waiting for me to let go of something — 
— Things that I have tethered myself to.
Will I ever be whole again - as I used to be?
Or is this metamorphosis?”

-d.h.