i cannot remember how many times i’ve watched this — romantic!
Author: rike jokanan
Last Train
I won't miss the train.
The last. A home is waiting
With a cup of tea.

i saw this scene very often from my room; last midnight was the most impressive when i felt so much love living as me with no one but me ❣️
Danced
She has danced through life
With broken ankles and heart
And found what is not.
this movie has summed up for me that some dreams DO NOT deserve my damage; acceptance though sometimes comes after some broken arrows
flow is my let-go
life is just like that
☘️
From Home
The sun blares a loud red.
The trees hide a peaceful green.
The commuting enjoys the grey road
That cuts across an island.
It's a home
From which the eyes pull all colours
To the heart.

the sun, the trees and the commuting
Dr. Storks (Netflix)
This is one of my favourite Japanese series. Reminding me of my mother, an excellent midwife❣️
Enjoy your weekend.
this weekend watch — highly recommended
You Are Beautiful
You are beautiful
Because this heart has the eyes
Of a butterfly.





Two
There is birth and death
And love in between those two.
Continuous life—

RC Gorman’s work of art
How Fragrant Are You?
How fragrant are you
Through the petals sweetly picked
By fragile fingers?
I love perfume especially when at home.
Some facts of how certain oils as part of perfume ingredients are harvested shake my liking to perfumery. If I buy those perfumes, am I abusing certain group of people? If I don’t buy, am I letting them unemployed?
Life is sometimes as simple as abc– Yet life is sometimes as complex as ancient codes to decipher.
Time to concoct my own perfume from responsibly-sourced oils?
Fresh Air
Fresh air, Beloved,
Welcomes sweetly through a move.
Strong or weak, enjoy.

it was fresh at the same time eery — i felt a strong blow of fresh air at my left hand last night between sleep and awake; so sure it was not my breathing as I know well how I breathe
new place welcomes visitors differently like the grass greeted me sweetly this morning
thank you for the welcome; I am a guest, not an agressor 🙏🏼
In The Lake
What is in a lake?
Ancient tales about mermaids?
Are there dragons, too?

my first time staying in this hotel on a lake
bedrooms are clustered, connected by bridges from one to another — unique but not adding plus point for a biz traveler like me; I just need a clean, safe, comfortable bedroom in the city accessible to many different places on foot; this hotel is tremendously suitable for tourists

the restaurant is just across my bedroom
New Is Old After Said
Now is a new time
Turned to old right after said.
Don't say. Just begin.

daisy is a new beginning
White Life
Every life's reborn
Through flowers peeping in Spring.
Greeting a new life--

calla lily symbolises rebirth and a good luck
Playground
A playground's, my love
Where a dragonfly sits still,
A lotus bud sways--

missing Ubud, my playground
one day before purchasing a plot of land in Lod Tunduh, Ubud, I cancelled it with no logical reason; feel of Bali to me is a playground of my house and several months later decided to start a home in Yogyakarta — sometimes it takes just a strong push inside to make the right choice: no logic, no rationale
Undo The Dull
Dull days, Beloved,
Undone and sweetened at once
Through scents and colours--

orange! orange or rose?

another table that undoes the dull days
thank you❣️
For You
For:
You
Who breathes love in silence,
Who touches heart in secret,
Who smiles in the dark,
Who listens to whispers,
Who reads all scrolls,
Who kisses faraway dreams;
Take these roses,
That dance with the wind,
That spread strange chemicals,
That show off colours,
That boast deadly pricks,
That symbolise love,
That decay over time.

if i were roses, what would life be?
What If Today Is My Last Day?
Won't be using this body forever,
Won't be celebrating the same victories forever,
Won't be losing the same battles forever,
Won't be this forever,
Won't be that forever,
And so it is,
Let a best be accepted--
A long sleep is waiting
Maybe tomorrow,
Maybe today.

this beauty experienced dead as seed, dead as sprout, dead as bud, dead as blossom, dead as fruit even not met the fruition yet this was once lived and loved
never underestimate any size of life; it is all enough
never miss appreciation to all blessings
❣️
Looked
You are closely looked
Through a glass showing true hues.
Candid reflection--

every heart is mirror — find a clearest as a friend 💕
No Worry
No flower's worried.
Bloom to fruition or vase,
No competition--

Happy Vesak Day 💕
Greeting
What greets you
When you wake up?
A vase of white flowers
Or the sun behind a window?
Either of them
Is beauty you must know.

❣️
Morning, Fear
💝
Nature Brought In
Nature is a bunch of
Things brought in,
Or tons of things born with.
Know it within,
Acknowledge it without,
Life wouldn't be truer.

people bring in leaves and flowers to feel nature in the home, or simply because they acknowledge the similarity between the nature within and without
Full
A plate full of gifts,
Colourful to sum up a day
Before the sun sets--

pho bo & tien ly leaves with garlic, lunch in Ho Chi Minh City
Cured
Cured is what's preserved:
Head and heart from discomfort
Of forgotten hope--
Enjoy your weekend!

i don’t like daily chemical medication but once i realized that it is part of what makes the body cured (longer preserved from decay), i’ve made great peace 😍
back-to-back trips are at peace with 3-in-1 (passport, money and medication) primarily prepared
let’s fly again
Note to fellow human beings: All what human beings do to be physically healthy is to ensure a longer preserved life. I’ve made peace since forever that human beings’ body is dying everyday, unstoppable, just made the process nicer and more relaxed.
Plunge
Life is a wide pool.
It takes plunges to the deep
To find an ocean.

one flower = one plunge in the pool after work

KL is serene tonight to plunge to a bowl of light in the dark
Leaving
You were home
For a while,
A short while,
Until an ignored road calls
To leave,
To go back to
A road less travelled
Which a few are lured to walk.
It brings me to a place not known.
What's known is
Birds chirp along the way,
Hares run between bushes,
Woods give shades from scorching days,
Wild flowers nod to greet footsteps,
The narrow path brings this journey to a bright end--
Meeting
You.
pamit is a Javanese and Indonesian word that literally means “saying goodbye” although in Javanese the word pamit has a weight of a polite request to leave ♥️
Curtains of Light
You're so brilliant,
Flickering rays dancing bright.
You hide the love behind curtains of light,
Unveiled.
It was my father’s birthday yesterday. He is to be 85 years old physical being this year and is a happy united soul in heaven.
Happy birthday, Bapak. You are loved. You are remembered.
You’ve been a northern lights or southern lights 😁 to us, rare and beautiful — shining in the dark.

aurora borealis….
if time allows….
About aurora
Perfect Weekend
Weekend, Beloved
Perfect with noisy kitchen
And finished laundry--
—

today’s healthful brunch❣️ we call it urap in Javanese cuisine — the raw leaves are “kencur” from the pot in the balcony ♥️
About kencur

wanted to eat raw veggies but i didn’t trust the source so boiled it was — missing my home in Yogyakarta where greeneries grow organically

the grated coconut

i still haven’t bought a new food processor after the old one was spoiled so today i had to do it with my favourite pestel and mortar — now my hands feel burnt of the chili heat 😎
Work & Study
In this life of hues
How can I note what’s given?
To work and study--

had breakfast sometimes dinner at this table for 9 days was an experience
it is a table under an artificial tree, the light is not too bright, not so obvious from too many angles so I chose it and when I saw the number, it became my table
next time might be other numbers 🍀
44 means foundation, hard work, growth, achievements and if it is what is communicated to me, thank you.
44 is also country code of United Kingdom; I miss Chisholme House where time flows calmly while this body works and mind studies life with true devotion engaging with fellow human beings and nature. Dear God, please carry me there again.
About Chisholme House
Music of The Weekend
Have a good weekend!
Here is my music for today’s laundry and house cleaning❣️
the original by the Maestro
by a legend
by a national playboy
by two young talents
Spirituality
Spirituality--
What is it, Dearest?
She talks to all sides of walls, ceilings and floors.
They talk no word, just a long hum enticing her to stop thinking;
Leaving her no choice but a weekend laundry.
Spirituality, Dearest
Is her life with
Its ups and downs,
Its ins and outs.
Her strong wills and deteriorating muscles--
—
a short spiritual interview in my laundry weekend — thank you!
enjoy your weekend!
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