Kite

fly!
A kite, Beloved,
A bird all wings soaring high—
Rain, don’t fall too soon.
A kid is running, laughing.
Peaceful sky, joyful earth. Here.
run!

Singapore – May 19, 2022 / 00:26

Smile

A smile, Beloved,
Not to or for. It’s just there,
A ready bounty.

All the lyrics and the music — lyrics were recited, music was listened to. Those lyrics and music were so beautiful that they invited the best smile of the day. A smile that appeared like a good shape coming out of a foggy morning in the moorland. Until some reality struck, telling that those were directed more to a head than a heart, and to somewhere else.

Uh oh!

Well! A smile must still be kept. It is a grace, an alms, a bounty, a gift, a bonus, an appreciation; or from hidden wisdom formed through sedimentation of things annoyed yet forgiven. Or probably a smile is a package of lyrics and music — sweetly flowing. Aaah! Must be appreciated!

Put a best smile on the face and world will smile, too.

May all beings be happy.

😊

because I know any news is worth smiling – bitter or sweet

Time Zones

Time zones, Beloved,
Limit spaces with blurred ends.
Illusion that jails.

One hour makes things different.

Dear, time…. Thanks for the space you just gave for what’s called holiday. Please bless me with nice pace and good vibe again and again like always.

If I forget about your kindness, please remind me gently as I’m fragile. If I take you for granted, please remind me that I’m traveling between your two points: start and end.

Thanks again.

Me that is blessed with both negative and positive yet trying to balance at the zero ❣️

illusion that jails – time zones
sky is the limit – love?

Time Is Uniquely Experienced

Breathing in
Breathing out
The air is flowing
Pumping freshness to the blood
Pushing the recyclable out.

Time units are agreed.
If passed, something is overdone.
If missed, something is given up.
If right on, moment is created.

Breath is my chosen time unit
That I prudently save
Between two points
That I travel in.

How many will I take?
I don’t even know
Or how many have I taken?
I’ve lost count.

It’s as accurate as your digital timepiece,
Or as elegant as your mechanical winding.
Our time is as precious,
Yet we count with different tools.

Alas!
Don’t ask me to walk faster
Just because you run.
Don’t tell me to stay put
Just because you sit.

Life is short
Yet expensive to lament
If we don’t cross the path,
It’s simply because of
Simple word:
Decision
Because
Fate sometimes doesn’t seem to fit.
Whose decision?
I don’t know.
I’ll just breathe
Until the sun moves in reverse.

—-

Back to work very soon 😎

breathing in beauty, breathing out peace

Farmer

Farmer, Beloved,
Waiting for the rain and wind
Patiently with love.

Imagine our world without farm and farmer. Famine, thirst, drought, dead soil, dullness, colourlessness, so bored and ugly!

🌏

May all beings be happy.

not so good crop this time – soil starts getting tired of chemicals

as far as lens can see, green, yellow and blue 💓

the farmers I met when walking down the rice fields – so humble and polite, thank you so much!

Amazing Day, Today

Today, Beloved,
Filled with laughter of past times.
Bitter was, sweet is—
Time doesn’t heal. It turns taste,
Look. All is well. All shall pass.

Rendezvous with my best people, those who are always with ears to listen and to be listened to, with tongue to twist bitterness to wisdom, with foolishness to laugh at what’s not even funny but needing some appreciation.

Some people are amazing with just one reason called trust.

Blessed to have them.

Holiday is getting shorter. Let’s slow the steps and insert more meaningful conversations before it halts.

May all beings be happy.

🐣

TA – May 12, 2022 / 11:46am

Good Morning from Mother Nature

Mother, Beloved
She’s giving more than taking
No end since morning.

—-

This morning I saw my mother cleaned our slim long patch of plants and Mother Nature showed the beauty along the patch. Many herbs and flowers are presenting their prime time. Some of them are preparing their exhibit and yields. Many of them are of no bloom after last month.

I didn’t help her. Let her enjoy the cleaning, let me take some pictures. 😝

Some neighbours passed by and greeted us, exchanging some light chat about the neighbourhood. One of them came to us bringing a bowl of nasi jagung (steamed corn grain) before she went teaching.

A short visit with long lost warmth of a real neighbourhood

May all beings be happy.

one of the aloe vera pots – we harvested it to make some drink 🤩
red lemongrass ❣️ oops my sister said it’s sugar cane 😃
cabe rawit hijau – green bird chili
cabe rawit merah – red bird chili
zinnia
layered zinnia
cream zinnia
kumis kucing 🐈🐈🐈
tapak dara
cepokak
rose obviously
jasmine sambac

and so on….

nasi jagung from Bu Yati, thank you!

Indonesia – May 10, 2022 / 07:28am

Blinding Light

Blinding, Beloved,
Light when too bright. Dimly bright
Suits these eyes searching
Luminosity and cracks
Following path to a home—

—-

Sometimes light disturbs eyes because its intensity is way too high than what’s expected or needed by the eyes. eyes can only tolerate and work well with enough light. So the more isn’t always the better.

May all beings be happy.

Changi Airport with its lights – this one is a favourite ❣️
❣️
so much thing to miss for the past 2 years, this garden of giant bright dandelions is one of those – let’s fly home

Rendezvous! Whoohoo!

A rendezvous
Pouring some unmet words—
It’s a rendezvous
Exchanging stories,
Laughing at saved jokes,
Frowning on some questions to answer.
A true moment
Capped with
An “Au revoir!”

Whoohoo!

—-

🐣

a treat for a happy first day on our first official day after more than 2 years working from home – thanks, buddy! 🥳

If I’m Missed, ….

I’m a nut
In a gigantic machine.
Even if I’m missed,
The machine still works wonder.
And so be it.

I’m a grain of sand
In a far vast sand dune.
Even if I’m missed,
The land still spreads wonder.
And so be it.

I’m a drop of water
In a cask of wine.
Even if I’m missed,
You’re still having happy hour.
And so be it.

I’m one in billions
In this spinning plane.
Even if I’m missed,
It won’t mean less greater.
And so be it.

Life is so fragile
Yet so dense
Like a spider web
Wrapping a prey
Before it’s dissolved
Away….

And
You are
Written in this tiny matter—

….. so be it.

—-

ribbon wrapping around me, continue living either secretly or openly

Temasek – May 4, 2022 / rainy morning, 4:50

Spread of The Day

A wise teacher said:
If you have a space for shelter,
A plate of rice for meal,
A job for a living;
That’s when you’re blessed.

I couldn’t say a word
To deny.

It’s true
And
Only true.

—-

Enjoy!

today’s spread 🥰 – less than last year, not much time to cook 🐣
specialty for Lebaran – opor 🥰 minus fried shallot that makes it less special to me 😎
😎 not the biggest fan of beef, but this one is super good
want more❣️
💓
🥳

Different Days for One Date

I learn
Life is about counting gates of moments.
It’s not what I celebrate,
It’s how I celebrate.
They call it this,
I call it that,
It’s a day dyed with red, blue, yellow
Yet
Really the day won’t describe its own color when asked.

One more day to celebrate!

—-

It’s not unusual Ramadhan is closed on different days by different groups of Muslim esp. in big country like Indonesia. One group may close Ramadhan on 29th day, the other on 30th. It’s not a big deal (although some noisy people like to debate about it) but it’s not simple things to explain. Overall the difference is due to 2 different methods of seeing the crescent moon visibility in the horizon – one group is using mathematical astronomy (computation), the other physical observation (telescope).

This year most of my family in Indonesia celebrated the Eid yesterday, I in Singapore today.

Without further ado….

Hari Raya Puasa = Hari Raya Idul Fitri = Lebaran = Riyaya = Ba’dan = Eid Mubarak whatever they call it, it is here to be claimed and celebrated, not debated. 🥰

Celebrate moments that are given in life including this festivity. Every moment is a gate to another moment before entering the next gate of moment. After entering Ramadhan gate, now Syawal gate, what’s next? Any should be simply a gate to start or to restart or to continue.

a common greeting in Eid: May Allah accept (good deeds) from us and from you.

Gate after gate before finally the grandest gate ⛩

this is always a favourite object – gate

once more…

Selamat Hari Raya Idul Fitri 1443H

Mudik, Home Sweet Home

Home is where heart feels safe and calm. And going home is always something to cherish. One of terminology for going home in Indonesia —only in Indonesia— is mudik. Some consider mudik as a derivational Indonesian and Malay word from the words “me+udik= mengudik = mudik” that means going back to home town (udik= home town, rural). However, it is also allegedly an acronym of two Javanese words mulih (going home) and sedhiluk (for a short while). The mudik tradition is done on one celebrated religion festive day called Hari Raya Idul Fitri (the Eid Mubarak after Ramadhan). It is a massive movement happens from medium to big cities to smaller regions/towns/districts/villages where senior family members (grand parents, parents) usually reside.

Mudik is one cultural side product of urbanisation. Urbanisation as a population shift from rural to urban areas due to concentration of modern work styles (non agricultural) has left minimum of not no choice to younger people to go to bigger cities to work in big companies or manufacturing sites. And, as they have left their homes with parents and other groups of elders, they see the need to go home regularly. As much as they want to meet the elders more often to pay homage, their work duties have only allowed them to do it annually.

Why Hari Raya Fitri is the most chosen? It is closely related to the fact that especially in Java island the biggest population is Muslim. But not only Muslim will do mudik, other religion believers also do it as they want to enjoy the festivity with their Muslim family and friends. Everyone loves Hari Raya Idul Fitri. Everyone looks forward to mudik every year.

Aside from that it is the best time for a rendezvous, mudik is also associated with the word Fitri literally meaning “becoming holy again” or “going back to the origin of creation which is sinless”. So mudik isn’t only physical movement to where people were born, it’s also commemoration of going back to holy again (although the holiness isn’t the point as no one alive is truly holy), going back to the origin of creation (to realise that how big their success in career in the cities, they are still human beings created by God, born by a mother and raised by parents in rural area).

Maybe only Indonesians can really relate with this. We’re so blessed. 💓

This year is gonna be one of the biggest after the lock-down thingy due to the beloved COVID-19. Can’t wait to finally meet with my beloved family and friends after 2 years❣️

Selamat Hari Raya Idul Fitri. Maafkan lahir dan bathin. 🐣

Note: Hari Raya Idul Fitri = Lebaran = Riyaya = Ba’dan = Eid Mubarak

to you all celebrating the day!

Singapore – May 1, 2022 / 22:20

Warm Snow

Hi, Purple Crocus.
You must have been hugged by snow,
Now rise joyfully.

—-

How is it possible for a seed to grow if not because of a warmth hug from Mother Earth blanketed by white snow?

May all beings be happy.

I’m so blessed with such a looooong weekend that I say it again and again and won’t stop playing with colours.

✍️

when time allows, colours play as much as they wish to

Roses

Roses, Beloved
Gift born by Mother Nature.
A beau with sharp thorns—

—-

When you love a flower, let it stay in its tree until it passes away by the warmth of the day prince and the coolness of the night queen. It deserves nothing but appreciation; admiration is too fake for a shirt life of a rose.

Weekend, weekend! Very looong weekend!

🐣

keep practicing, not for perfection but for character 💓

Watching Beauty Decomposed

Beauty, Beloved
Bodily fades. Beauty stays
Only as value:
Commitment, integrity.
Forever? Yes, forever.

—-

I won’t exchange anything in me with anything from any other beautiful, rich, sexy women who look happier and more successful because I love the way Mother Nature presents life through this very journey.

Watching physical deterioration is provoking yet amazing. Seeing my own picture from small girl to adult mature, it takes courage to tell myself that who was radiantly strong has grown to this dully weak. At the same time it takes courage to tell myself that who was carelessly egotistical has grown to this wisely humble.

Thanks so much for all the lessons and gifts. I won’t regret. 🐣

May all beings be happy.

Dedicated to: scammers who never stop trying stealing from others in one way or another – if you don’t have money, just stop shopping, don’t use others’ to satisfy your impulsive buying, lazybones!

this old guy is clear and accurate, the other two favourite: the apartment doorman and the psychologist – different spectrum of covert beauty