Siddhartha on his raft

From 14 on  
I listened to the river.  
And voices still are strong
In the currents.

I hear chorus, I hear clash
So I can’t listen in class.
Yet in my peace I find  
I’m Siddhartha on his raft.  

Like Herman Hesse
I suffer long for peace.  
And maybe I find less
The more I seek.   

I can’t relate
So I wait and think and fast.
And in my peace I find
I’m Siddhartha on his raft.

Hey Siddhartha! Push that raft!

I know
You think
I don’t see you at all.
I’m a distant wolf of the steppes,
And oh so critical.
I hear, currents, chorus, chaos, clash
The unity comes through.
See, I see more than most
And I see you
I see you.    

Today
Words and thoughts
Are my craft.  
And in my peace I find
I’m Siddhartha
On his raft.  

I think and wait and fast.