
Power.
In Jogja it surrounds us.
The power here is different,
New.
Power.
In the way time creeps along,
Then swallows you whole.
Smiling the whole way through.
Power.
In a world come alive
With each word learnt.
Through language shared,
We are one.
Power.
In a new dish cooked,
A work of art completed.
Silver forged,
Herbs ground,
Mind expanded.
Power.
In what we uncover
In the untouched subconscious.
Like the sea,
Deep in our minds we find
The great unknown.
Power gives us the courage
To dive in.
Power,
In awareness of self.
In the discovery
That we are the masters
Of our destinies.
We decide who we are
And we feel powerful.
Power
Of the unexplainable.
Spirits abound,
Ghosts aplenty.
The air feels different here.
It hums and thrums,
And makes you believe.
Power.
New friends to whom
I am now tethered
For life.
And wouldn’t have it
Any other way.
Power.
The force of a mother’s love,
Of a father’s embrace.
A kind gesture on a hard day.
I find here what I feared I left behind.
In Jogja, I feel power.
As we prepare to part from our beloved Jogja homestay families and head East to new adventures in Flores, I want to thank Jogja for welcoming us. Thank you to my family here. I cannot thank you enough for making me one of your own.