All is flown, my love
Like laughter after a joke
Called life. Serious?
missing home where laughing alone is free 😁
All is Flown
Author: rike jokanan
Me, now here
Supporting (ranting)
Sometimes support is simply lending space to those feeling so packed within.
How tiring is it, love?
Rather,
In a way so much,
Yet someday it would feel like
"Yay! I did my best in their worst time!"
I’ve seen cats hanging almost falling with no hope of being safe; I catch them with love although then they sprint away, leaving no trace, no smile, just a look full with suspicion as if saying “why did you help me, stupid?!”
😁
Blossom
It's cherry blossom
Gracefully sway down to earth.
Mother's pink blanket--
under late cherry blossom, Himeji
Rain
Dress and umbrella
Get wet by the dancing rain.
Water festival--
Bright
It's bright, Beloved.
Not a day. Not a night. You--
Shine with rays of sun..
bright within
Playing
Shadow, Beloved
With whom this body's playing.
Well dissipated--
some people prefer working on their shadows, I’m in
Written
Oh, Beloved, my!
It's written. Who will read it?
If no heart recites.
maktoub
Sunflower Seeds
Let sunflower seeds be sunflower seeds either in a jar of sunflower seeds on a coffee table or a bed of sunflower seeds in a garden.
Silhouette
🍀
I Won’t Stop
💕
Eid Mubarak
Three
It's three, Beloved
Walking the path to the light.
Bless us. Please bless us.
Folded Paper
Folded paper, Love
Hides faces, shows a
figure.
Bowing to the soul--
bowing to the soul by not bowing
Heliconia
A dazzling beauty
Charms the sight from a corner.
Heliconia--
heliconia
Fast Moving Slow Time
If I could fold time,
I would fold it a thousand times
So I could meet you soon.
Yet if time were folded a thousand times,
How short time would be,
And how short I can chat with you.
Can time be made origami?
Being a flower when I'm with you,
Its petals would be sprayed with gallons of musk
That evaporates like your shadows--
Being white paper when I'm alone,
It would be on which I write signs
That would easily guide the meanings-- and
The riddle is over.
How about it?
or slow moving fast time
White Flowers
White flowers, my love
Hidden behind a faint smile--
A sweet scene to see
💕
It’s All Around You
It's all around you
The music that falls in love
With that that plays it.
let’s dance until all notes fall off
Curtains
Curtains, Beloved:
Drawn to find your pretty face;
Closed to hide my heart--
“hello, black cat”, said a lady
“hello, white shadow”, said a cat
Weeping Reed
Weeping reed, my love
Sway gracefully by the breeze.
Longing for summer--
💕
Seigaiha
Missing the calmness that sings.
Missing the peace that dances.
Missing the cheer than paints.
Missing the stillness that recites.
Missing all that lives caressing this hair
With the breeze of love
Of love
Of love.
Life is just like that.
Just like
You--
Seigaiha
I’ve Started Thinking
I've started thinking
And it's started with you. You
That I've been thinking--
you’re the rhythm in the musical staff; you’re the rhyme in my head
The Waving Hair
The waving hair, Love.
The ears listening to you.
Black, white, green and blue.
turquoise, Beloved…. 🍀
20-Day Fasting Craves
From the earliest up to today– only those cooked at home; the missing days were my lazy days in the restaurants.
gudheg manggar; manggar is coconut flowers in Javanese
sorghum
my glorious day of cooking adventure is over after COVID era & now it’s simple kitchen business
😝
watermelon!
corn!
it’s just Javanese home cooking like most days 💕
banana stew 😍
love is in the bowl
tweedle dee, tweedle dum
sugar cane water
cucumber
Siti, one of my friends stayed overnight & the next day she was willing to be a food critique for me
happy palate!
banana cake
tempeh & tofu
Anything But King
being a pawn, Love:
walk up then be anything.
anything. but king--
you just need to safely walk; yet there shall be purpose, plan, strategy, rescue, re-evaluate of steps all the way across the line
🍀
The Wolf to The Moon
The wolf to the moon
"I miss you, the eye of nights."
She sets, counting days.
time starts with the count of a rise
love starts with the count of a prayer
trust starts with letting go
space starts with acceptance
you & I starts when both howl in unison — calling what’s the moon is hiding
Riding
Riding blue, my love
Brings me to a green heaven.
Turquoise celebrates.
Songs I’ve Sung
Songs I've sung, my love
Call the secret of this life.
Shown before these eyes--
singing to the birds under the Moon
The Vase
It's either fragrance
Or colours, filling the vase.
Don't forget the shape.
pretty!
The Moon
Scoop the moon for her,
Who has been waiting for you.
Over and over--
yummy!
Composed
Colours, Beloved
Emit messages through air
Wrapped by sight of yours.
why do they think I flirt if I’m a complete composition with which life sings, a finished painting in which symbols are spread, an unrolled land on which my whole body rests every night
i let them misunderstand the way they think they understand me
🌻
rike jokanan 
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