When someone seeks,” said Siddhartha, “then it easily happens that his eyes see only the thing that he seeks, and he is able to find nothing, to take in nothing because he always thinks only about the thing he is seeking, because he has one goal, because he is obsessed with his goal. Seeking means: having a goal. But finding means: being free, being open, having no goal.

-Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha


Bliss Point

Can’t shake the feeling of you laying beside me
Scooping my body closer to yours in your lazy stupor

Or of your palm pressed against the small of my back
As we swayed to the sound of the sultry saxophone

Or the smell of sweat and spice in the dimly lit bar
And how we stood out in the rain under cover of cigarette smoke
As I shivered while you spun me
And the wine helped me paint stars in the somber sky

Or when we strolled by the shore, the waves cradling our feet
As I spilled all my secrets that I knew you would keep

And each night I wake with a new story of us
But a dream’s but a dream when you lust for the lost

You took away my drug at the height of the addiction
Pondering the loss of you is now my new affliction
Making lists of times we’ve shared to decipher fact from fiction
Imagining your lips on mine, my favorite form of friction

I finally explained to my lips
what it meant when you said
I’m just stopping by
Perplexed they responded
we like the taste
of something more permanent

They curled
unpacking each syllable
and whispered
Stay a while


We build up fortresses around us
to shelter us
from the wrath
of those who may aim to tear us down

Eyes grow green with contempt
as they bitterly adjust their gaze
for those that soar
oh how envy does erode

Would it be so ludicrous
to relinquish paranoia
and empower one another
to bloom knowing no bounds

For revolution rests on wings
Of predecessors
blind to barriers
fearless and yearning to be lifted


Sometimes you look at me like I’m one of the biggest parts of your world. Yet, when the butterflies land, swaying only with the wind, I too realize I am often dragged by the current. Soon the seasons will change, the air will be full of stillness, and while I’ll still see my refection in your eyes, it will be microscopic. Darling your world is far too vast and I am lost as I do flutter, because even the biggest parts never add up to a whole.