Conversations with Yourself

how often do you really
speak to yourself
there is no one out there
and yet
soak it all in
turn your eyes without
so you can
turn your eyes within
what you want to change outside
is
what you don't want to change within.

P.S. - Now read the poem backwards...line by line

Like a Bubble

a bubble afloat
on the breath
of the wind,
sees the world
through her
gossamer skin,
sheer walls
of freedom,
reality
soaked in,
looking out,
looking within.

Power

the sea is calm
after overnight rain,
black and white sunrise -
where are the colours
of joy and pain
to proclaim?

waves rise, to
get swallowed
by the ocean -
unruffled.

stardust
settles in and
courses through
intricate veins;

distant supernovas
blow their conch
in the silent spaces
between cells;

waves rise again;
only to lose
their colour
and power,
to the reign
within.

when I own
my power,
I can give it away
to rest
in the quiet strength
of having nothing to do.