Flower Arrangement

Learning, Poetic
Flower arrangement
Scrutinized by pairs of eyes--
Layers of beauty.

any flower will do for me but no plastic flowers, please

Egg

Learning, life, Poetic
Fresh eggs nicely boiled
Roll on a table for two.
One faster grabber--

boiled, hard, favourite 💕

never keep eggs in the fridge anymore; fresh from the basket tastes better 🍀🐣

Walking A Route

Learning, Map It!, Poetic
A short route to walk
When the sun's down, the moon's up.
The dark that protects--

my normal weekly brisk walk route keeps rewilding 👍🏽

crescent moon that doesn’t look crescent 😆

white spider lily along the way

it’s erected completely, across the reservoir

First Breeze

Learning, life, Poetic
First breeze each morning
Caresses her face. So cool.
Ensuring good days--

it’s a result of life-long learning to easily thank you

when someone’s young (or childish), life might feel full of many testing & struggling; yet with honest & robust life management, life becomes a box with lessons learnt about how to deal with discolouration of true personality, how to put good effort to deliver messages, how to accept unexpected results with “oh not that”, how to be clearer & clearer about what life is & about what life should be wisely treated

thank you, Beloved for the life — cool & bright like morning breeze coming in when I open the window

🌻🍀💕

You Go, You May

Learning, Poetic
If they walk away,
Just walk away.
It means no means today.
As love is here
No matter what,
Footsteps won't give no way.
I'm content.
I'm happy.
After the last drip of what's in store is gray,
Whether it's coffee
Or Japan's May.

why doubtful?

leaving what’s not wanted in a mug after the coffee drip is done is what it should be ☺️

why looking back, dear coffee drinker

the air is welcoming you

go like a galloping horse

go like a slithering snake

go like the last drop of coffee in a mug

you’ve met the way

with or without your coffee machine, my heart is blooming everyday 🥰

🌻

In The Deep

Learning, life, Those People
In the deep
I meet with a dragon.
She tells me her stories
And I'm offended.

"That's my story, not yours.
Are you teasing me?"

The dragon smiles, jerks her tail and softly slaps my cheek with it.

"It's a mirror in the deep
Telling you it's yours. And it is. Yet it's also mine."

I push my body up, breathe my lungs out in the air.
The dragon is still in the deep
Smiling with her golden heart.

today a friend of mine asked me at dinner “why do you post stories that poke me?”

“what do you mean by ‘poke me’? I’m mostly just saying.”

“saying after knowing something? or saying just saying?” she complained again, disbelieving in my statement

“I’m just saying what is pushed by something within I can’t stop. I just have to say it at lunch break or after work!” there’s no intention to tease you or anyone in the Instagram who have access to my locked account”

she didn’t say anything, she must have trusted me

sometimes the vibe is too strong splashing on me and I simply have to say something to the air because that’s the only way to tell the truth even to those not reading my postings (unfortunately some vibe truly comes to me just like that)

some soul hears each other clearly, or vaguely but accidentally correctly 😁

sorry but not sorry, dear friend….

I don’t know you are touched, I hope you learn some lessons.

💕

Wind That Blows

Learning, Poetic
Beloved, listen
To the wind that blows. It strokes
Hair spreading fragrance.

life gives me so much, one of them is my hair that bears some fragrance then spreads it while waving by the wind

💕

Coloured

Learning, Poetic
Here is a canvas
To draw fruit, bread and chicken
In vibrant colours.

As I’m fond of cooking my own food when not in business trip, I invest in some good cookware and some of them are Le Creuset, a reknown name of colorful, porcelain-enamelled cast iron cookware, particularly its iconic Dutch ovens. It’s known for superior heat retention, durability, and handcrafted quality, though they also make stoneware, stainless steel, and other kitchen items.

My collection consists of many random colours: red, pink, white, blue, purple, orange, etc. this time I want sets of same colours: green and yellow!

Cooking becomes full of colours not only from the ingredients but also from the cookware, making cooking fun and vibrant like painting in a kitchen kabinets. 😁

I’m just thinking of how to bring them to Korine Jati in Indonesia to ensure all items are intact upon arrival. Can’t wait, can’t wait!

this is the immediate colour to get for Korine Jati

yellow, too!

Artisan Bakes

Learning, Poetic
The dough is rested,
Then one last rest before baked.
Beauteous fragrance served--

done in less than 10 minutes, chocolate is always a favourite

the other is croissant

never miss this tiny bakery when browsing around Sultan Mosque

Wardah Books is right in front of konditori

a cozy corner on the 2nd floor of Wardah Books occupying a small shop lot of more than 100 years of age

Ratianah Kebaya, a spot to chat about shared culture

Sultan Mosque, it’s either the 1st or last drop when browsing around that area

This is where I sit quietly doing nothing, just thinking about thinking & what I’ve been doing right or wrong based on the limit I understand

See you again next week.

Moss

Learning, Poetic
Moss, dear Beloved
Spreads on the soil to the wall
Where air is dampened.

my colleagues and I talked about our favourite plant: moss

I’ve seen moss as fascinated tiny growth since I was very young. I loved scraping moss on the stone, walls, trees and other possible surfaces to later observe the minuscule size of the leaves

other than the structure itself, its colour is fascinating; the dark green when it’s fresh, the light green when it looses moisture, the brown when it’s dried out

one of the gardens in my Korine Jati will be covered with moss, it’s gonna be the small garden in front of my bedroom — a humble small patch that freshens my days, a place for me where a spot is prepared to meditate and pray, a place where thought is thinking about itself, a corner where secret is whispered before silenced

dear, moss

be my best friend who is keeping my deepest hope, love, luck & faith to the

Beloved

Long or Short

Learning, life, Poetic
Long or short, my love
A weekend fulfilled with joy
Is a green meadow.

it is maybe one of clearest days in my life in which I can see what it means to be accepting

I’m never angry because of any type of rejection; I’m always upset when it’s about unclear behaviour in human being’s life

yet today with a long ride on the road to Masjid Sultan I found that there’s part of life in which a group of people use unclarity to protect themselves but claiming they are the most honest guys on earth

there is time, a cycle of it where everything starts then ends

let’s watch people cook, let’s watch people pretend….

and when my observation is correct, I’ll tell my best friends “I told you!”

happy weekend, WordPress

Mega Mendung (batik)

Learning, Poetic, Those People
Mega Mendung,
Life is loaded with quizzes
Yet it's also beautifully adorned with gifts and bliss
Only if
You are willing to walk around
The circle
And see.
Meet me at the curve where
Life twists
Your plot.
Only if
You believe.

these batik sheets were sent to me when I was on holiday in Yogyakarta – batik Mega Mendung

Mega Mendung is a batik pattern originated from a town named Cirebon.

…. speechless to tell more as it reminds me of how life twists the plot and make words vanish one by one to the air. Only beauty in silence….

I’ll talk about batik mega mendung more thoroughly next round when my mega mendung dress is done.

this is pretty, for next round 😘

Rumi said (Bahasa Indonesia)

Learning
"Dengarkan Seruling"
[Terjemahan Mesnevi Hz. Rumi qs.
Oleh Ammar Pati]

Dengarkan seruling kala ia berkisah
Yang mengadu atas segala pisah

Dari rumpun bambu aku tersisih
Dengan jeritku pria wanita merintih

Siapa yang jauh daripada asalnya
Hendaknya cari hari-hari jumpanya

Ku ingin dada terurai perpisahan
Agar ku urai derita kerinduan 

Swara suling api, bukan udara
Yang tak punya api ini biarlah sirna

Siapa yang jauh daripada asalnya
Hendaknya cari hari-hari jumpanya

Di perkumpulan aku teriak-teriak
Jadi tak enak hati tapi juga enak

Siapa yang jauh daripada asalnya
Hendaknya cari hari-hari jumpanya

Sent by Romo Daud in our WhatsApp group this morning

those who enjoy Rumi’s work romantically will only reach a garden, those who go deeper to themselves will find the home

Fun To Watch

Learning, love, Poetic, Those People
It's fun to watch
Someone who misunderstands
And walks to nowhere to be found.
Congrats!
You think it's my lust,
But it's a trust
That loving
You, just
You, not you
Is just.

panas, panas, panas….!

🥰

Love (ranting)

Learning, love, Poetic, This Person

If I am to mention what’s my super power, it’s to love & to accept my life as it is.

What is love?

I used to think love was only that among family members. Then I grew it as a flower in a garden of family and friends. Then it grew to romance. Now it’s as wide as humanity & life. What a growth I’ve deliberately realised when I’m grown up.

Today love itself has taught me how it is a fuel to accept what life is and at the same time to keep the journey on. Love is never that that discourages human being to hope for the best. Love is never that that deflates the hope to keep believing that humanity prevails.

Sometimes love feels so tiny that it can only give me a small hole to see a faraway land with a beautiful meadow. It feels so depressed sometimes that it can only make me breathe the thin air to feel the freshness of breeze in the mountain.

Yet most of the time love is huge embracing this heart to smile and to dance and to prance above the path of life. It highlights what’s bright in a dull moment. It balances what’s tailing, spinning, diving and loopy like a kite flying unsteadily. It makes these eyes see what it is, no drama, no excessive handling– just being a stable self, loving, living.

Love is an action to load daily activities with meaning and purpose, how trivial the action is. Love is a willingness to share with others in silence or in crowd with little to no attention seeking. All not easy, but doable–

I can only write about love because that’s the only thing I can talk about.

Work is something I can only share with my colleagues. Charity is something I can only share with those rightful to receive. Love is for all around me.

Celebrate love! It’s as spacious as a weekend.

☘️❣️

a petal of rose like cherry’s, sways in autumn to mark surrender

☺️

If…, It’s You

Learning, love, Poetic, Those People
If
You disappear from the world,
There will be only me.
What would I do?
I'll create
You.
I did create
You with so much love
For myself as if it's from
You.

If I have to lose anything, I'll let it be
You. Not because I don't have enough love for you.
It's simply because I can always create
You.

this epilogue is powerful

Raditya Dika (excellent financial planner for himself)

Learning

Listening to a talk with Raditya Dika is a good experience especially about how he planned retirement fund as early as when he was before 40.

I myself will not stop working as work is one value of life, yet preparing the fund so that living can be more leisurely in a later work service at 60’s is truly meaningful. FYI, I see many of my colleagues are 60 up to 70 with very good performance so I’m confident. ☘️

Garden in This Heart

Learning, love, Poetic
I'm water whose splash
Cleans wounds in my own heart.
I'm fire whose spark
Burns wounds to immediately heal.
I'm wind whose blow
Dries wounds to end the pain.

Dear, Beloved.
Let me meet a true heart who as well has become water, fire, and wind to one's own self.

Dear, Beloved.
Let us walk and sprint together in all trails and at the finish line meeting
You.

Dear, Beloved.
This heart is a garden where nature starts a cycle to end, ready to welcome the next cycle.

This year.

leafy ring 💎

Tongue Tied

Learning
Tongue tied, Beloved
Seeing how carefree you are
Dancing with the tide--

life is about riding the tides. when it’s high, soar. when it’s low, dive. this soul is free, loving from distance or nearby– no difference but loving from distance makes the vibe thicker with longing, from nearby lighter with laughter

love is as beautiful as everyday’s sunray

never hurry! love is the way itself, not a destination

2026, you’re chosen. congratulations 💎

This Heart

Learning, love, Poetic
This heart is the earth
Who will bury stories, gossips, complaints, grievances to the depth
The very deep.
Layers of soil will dry,
Solidify,
Carbonize,
Fossilize
In peace.

Then miners come
To liquify what's solidified.
Diamond, sapphire, ruby, quartz....
Name more.
They're dug up
To the surface
Beautiful and shiny
Like love, hope and protection.
Yet some are glaring
Like pride, arrogance and domination.

Dear,
Heart.
Slip in my deepest self
And never open the doors.
It hurts to be mined.

Love is always precious like diamonds that adorn little life. Yet I’m resting after the diamonds are scattering on the floor, clinking around, rolling, some unfound….

The are some pieces left. The last to be guarded please the last….

This Heart

Learning, love, Poetic
This heart, Beloved
Is the star constellations
Glow when she's so dark.

This heart, Beloved
Glows constantly in the dark
With hope, love and fear.