Found Freedom

But maybe I grow on you and within you,
when you're not looking.

Maybe I slither up you like jasmine, yawning
across eons of stardust towards the heavens.

Maybe I embed myself in the deepest layers
of your being, because I don't have to--I'm already there.

Maybe not.

Maybe I find a way to
"no-need."

Maybe I let go just enough
to embrace "as is."

Maybe I die to my loneliness,
come out freed.

Found freedom, my only bliss.