Category: Bob

Turning Point

Bob, Learning, life, love, Poetic, Those People
Fragrance of sambac
Ferries the wish to the love
Reborn with new scents.

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The death of my beloved nephew at young age (22 yo) is one extreme turning point in how I see life and what is in it.

I am not sad anymore and not considering it a loss anymore. Just drying tears and grateful smiles so — remembering how good his life was. How someone with so big mental wound could survive life by serving others in such a fun witty ways. 🥰 We now know how much we loved him and how tremendously he loved us.

Yet….

reborn

not interested in talking in group except for work;

prefer seeing life more lightly yet deeply at the same time;

choose to seclude myself by doing what I can do genuinely; if not, I will stay away;

respond to human interaction differently and it might have hurt people in outer rings; it doesn’t matter

still the same human being yet not the same anymore;

so amazed how losing loved ones can change someone so significantly. And the reality shows me whom are real and unreal, true and untrue…. 💚

Life is mysteriously beautiful.

Thank You so very much!

Alfatihah.

my younger brother’s 1st son was a newborn death; my older brother’s sons: one died at 10, the other at 22 — wishing them to be reborn with love, prosperity and luck 💕😊 you’re (always) in my heart and (sometimes) at my left wrist, boys! 💕💕😊

Surrender

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With no white towel
I surrender
To the realm that hugs this heart.
I am water flowing
With no effort
To the ocean that waits for this mind.
How would this name
Say no to a call that sings love songs?
I submit everything
With a smile
And grace.
Body, mind, spirit and soul—

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Jun 10, 2023
when the air taps my whole reality
with everything subtle and overwhelming

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please excuse my strong arms 😀

after the Tapa Brata my classmates and I are still escorted to meditate everyday of 60 minutes for 90 days

it should be 36th day today but i only have 33 days in which i am able to do full meditation — in fact my doctor was quite surprised that unbelievable progress is indicated in better numbers from the laboratory test result after i meditate regularly — happy tears 🥹

my health is much better with calmness that is on track and harmonious thought that builds gradually

i’ve registered to next level Tapa Brata next Sep so i can get more benefits to help certain issues in this beloved aging body and to strengthen my mind

can’t wait to meet with the wise teachers who guide us and humble caretakers who help us with daily needs in Forest Island 🥰

i don’t know for sure what i can share from my achievement through meditation yet maybe someday i can help others reduce health complaints at low cost — i’ve always wanted to cure diseases with fragrance and herbs; my high intelligent friends said “pseudoscience, a crap wrapped in fancy paper”, i said “it doesn’t matter at least i can help them feel calmer and think positive”

all what happen in my life are like magic both the unexpected and expected — i hope my meditation brings more good magical celebrations to me and my beloved family and friends

and all…

May All Beings Be Happy

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Score

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Dear, oh
Dear….
You came from
Nowhere
Destroying my scores!

No wonder the soundtrack of my stories
Became messy.

Go eat fish,
My sheets won’t suffice your belly.

Cat has no logic,
Only fun.

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i used to live with a rescue cat, i named him Bob; he was more interested in tearing my paper apart or sitting on my laptop to playing with his toy or sleeping on my bed 💝

Bob in his dream of being my boss 😁 back in 2010

may all beings be happy 🙏🏼

Be A Dog

Bob, Learning, Poetic
Excitement rises.
A dog runs after food bag
Full of dental sticks.

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If you don’t feel good, walk a dog and run with it when it runs for food. You’ll feel a real excitement. Trust me.

Wishing to feel good every single second like a happy dog. 😁 Prepare good saving of energy!

😁 Vietnam dog is exactly the same as other dogs: toys, food and other dogs

Time Zones

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

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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?

Little Bird

Bob, Learning

Hi, little bird. Befriend with your wings which look weak but bring you freedom. Befriend with your feet which look twiggy but hold you balanced. Befriend with your feathers which look light but give you warmth. Befriend with your eyes which look dark but show you pixels others can’t enjoy. Befriend with your tiny beak to sing only happy songs because sad songs are only for you when you’re with a trusted circle — hush! Untrusted flock will spill your sad stories everywhere to make themselves happy and feel important, and that will make you even sadder. Sing, perch, fly and enjoy your life responsibly freely.

Look, little bird. The sun shines brightly giving hopes to the heliotropic, while the air is yours through its pressurising differently every moment you move. Enjoy every second that you can capture, no matter what. Sing!

“I’m little bird, oh little bird in a short pretty life. I’m little bird, oh little bird in a realm of colours. I’m little bird, oh little bird, oh me.” 🪶

Have a wonderful weekend!

Salaam.

found one beautiful photo of a lil bird in Instagram and couldn’t stop the temptation to put it on my humble media 🪶

Singapore – Apr. 16, 2022 / 21:47

Batik Gringsing

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Time travels with you
To where good memories sit,
Waiting to rejoice.

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When I was a girl, I got sick very often. Yet what I remember the most isn’t the pain but is how my family would take care of me. Of course they medically treated me either at home or hospitalised, but there was a unique way I can never forget what my mother, father and siblings did extra.

My father would chant Javanese mantra that would calm me down. My mother would wrap me with a sheet of batik cloth before putting the next thicker blanket. And of course siblings especially sisters would sleep with me the whole night.

What Javanese mantra chanted by father? Oh can’t remember! What batik, I definitely remember it and now own it for the same need; covering myself with batik gringsing when sick.

1.2mx2.3m batik cloth with gringsing background pattern of flower bouquets

Gringsing is one of the oldest batik background patterns in Java. It is thousands of tiny square with a dot in the center symbolising “sedulur papat kalima pancer” (literally means 4 siblings and 1 core as the fifth) the cosmic balance of human reality in Javanese wisdom. And through the philosophy it is believed that when a Javanese human is sick, s/he is cosmically imbalanced and needs to be balanced. Physically s/he is medically treated, metaphysically s/he is cured with gringsing the balance symbol.

Gringsing is an acronym of gring or gering (sick, not well, ill) and sing (not); gringsing means not sick anymore. Oh! That simple! Made by hand! Oh! Not that simple!

What a blessed human being!

wrapping body when catching fever doesn’t replace paracetamol, it’s to recall the memory of how my family well treated me when I was sick 🥰
detail of gringsing: a tiny squarish scale with a dot in the center – sedulur 4 ka-5 pancer

Across Rainbow Bridge

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Across rainbow bridge,
Wings bring a tiny light up
High to where it glows.

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I’m surrounded by animal lovers and rescuers. Every now and then I see how they struggle with animals in pain or death. It’s not easy each time those friends have to say good bye but at the same time they learn again and again that the best end is by releasing sincerely and being released sincerely.

Happy journey, Dear. Thanks for all the lessons you have taught us.

Alfatihah 💝🙏🏼

bye, Item; see you across the bridge 🥰 alfatihah 💝

Home

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A home, Beloved
Not an outlook— it’s the soul
That hugs when inside.

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I bought my first property at 34, a bit late from the original plan simply because I was broke. It was a small house in Greater Jakarta, that is now called “Rumah Bob” (literally Bob’s home) named after my cat Bob.

It is one tiny house in a small cluster, uniformly designed with minimum freedom to show “me” — the owner can only have it painted different colours, install different window sills, plant different flowers and design different garden, add different carport, or maybe buy different cars.

That has motivated me to have a home that reflects “the me that I want to present”. None of the houses offered to me by brokers or friends hit my core although some were into my taste— of course some were simply too pricy. 😩 I rejected all offers.

Apology – Some people (who helped search property for me) thought I was too much because for some of them a house is simply a place to live in comfort, while I’ve always dreamt to live in a home where I can express the true me and help my guests understand their true selves by visiting the home. A few of them sarcastically said I shouldn’t have searched through them if I didn’t have enough money — ohhhhhh some bloody stings!!! 😂 Yet I did apologise to them for being so difficult.

I decided to buy a small plot of land in a greenery in Yogyakarta (my father’s home town) and build a home from scratch.

Architect – It’s very important to choose the right architect. Not necessarily the most prominent as to me integrity and friendship is the most important thing – luckily my best friend recommended her student to work on my dream. Working with an architect who was artist had blessed me. She understood what was wanted by her clients but she never got satisfied even when the clients said the final draft was excellent. She would get back to me saying “Mbak, I think I find which part should be optimised. I’ll get back to you with a new draft.” Thanks to Mbak Novi.

The Core – My home will never impress random onlookers from the outlook or those who think a good house is a luxurious building; they will simply think it’s a humble abode clean and fresh. It will only impress its guests, family and friends who truly relate with me as human beings with different kinds of engagements or those who know how to appreciate humanity and ordinary.

I wish to be granted health and prosperity to live long enough to enjoy being a sincere host in my true home to those who love life.

A dream come true! Alhamdulillah.

May all beings be happy. 💝

front door, greeting family and friends with all my heart and soul – no fake people are welcome

Ant Nest

Bob, Learning, life, Poetic
Ant nest hills up high
A place for a colony
To devote in life

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Ants are amazing creature. All about them are just amazing! The way they distribute the work. The way they do their jobs. The way they live in a community. The way they treat fellow and leaders (obviously the queens). The way they collect their food. The way they kill their preys, etc, etc just the way ants are.

To survive ants must live in a colony that can be inside trees or underground. In the colony that they respect and protect they devote their life with extraordinary loyalty. Loyal to their queens. Loyal to their fellow ants. Loyal to their responsibility—

Ants might be small but they amazingly are able to carry something of 10 to 50 times their own body weight!

Ants can swim! I can’t understand why my mom would put a bowl of sweet in a plate filled with water; she said ants wouldn’t reach the sweet because they couldn’t cross the water. Ibuuuuu! Ants swim. Maybe better than us 😂

Ants are slave makers! This is very new to me! Excerpted article (https://www.westernexterminator.com/ants/10-interesting-facts-ants/)

This may sound strange but hear us out. Some species of ant, such as the Polyergus lucidus are known as slave-making ants. They invade neighboring ant colonies, capturing its inhabitants and forcing them to work for them. This process is known as ‘slave raiding’.

Slave-making ants are specialized to parasite a single species or a group of related species which are often close relatives to them. The captured ants will work as if they were in their own colony, while the slave-making workers will only concentrate on replenishing their labor force.

Slave-making ants come in two formats: permanent social parasites and facultative slave-makers. Permanent social parasites rely on the enslaved ants throughout their lives whilst facultative slave-makers do not.

Which ants are you? Regardless, I built an ant nest for all of you 😁

the “ant nest cake” aka “bolu sarang semut” in Bahasa Indonesia is named after its texture that looks like ant nest structure. It tastes heaven! 🥰
look at the tunnels and chambers in the ant nest! not bad for a beginner 😁
hot brown ring of first “sarang semut” of mine
put the wok lid when the bubbles intensify
I found that we can replace oven with a wok! Magic? No! Just a technicality 😁
caramelizing the sugar, hot as hell!!!
🐣

You The Punctuation

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You are you thats you
The you thats not you the you
I think is you Who

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There are so many yous in you You through a complex prism is able to compel one to sign an everlasting contract with no terms and conditions but saying yes to all of you

Your signature is a punctuation while mine is a dragged line called names

Youre that important that history of alphabet puts you as a technology that moves meaning

Punctuation is you

May all beings be happy

you beauty that builds meaning

PENSI – Pentas Swara Indonesia

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It’s just beautiful!

If young Indonesians don’t sing those songs, let them rot in hell. 🎼 At least three of those songs, guys! No worry about your out of tune — just sing! Or hum! Ok, sing in silence! 😩

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Am I Free

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I’m a torch no more.
I’m a morning for my day
To be. Am I free?

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Just one click! Then the monitor shows something brighter and full of hopes! Vast ocean of happiness—

Why is it so blocked to be optimistic? Take a mirror, unlock just one sweet smile, look into the smiling face more deeply a little bit longer and know why…. Dear, Love. Just one click!

May all beings be happy.

Scenery, A Beauty That Prisons

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Where are you, oh dear?
Mountains and oceans are passed
By with beauty glued
As memory. Beloved,
Where’s the next stop? Peek a boo!

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When I was young; I joined spiritual workshop, class, training; read spiritual books, journal, articles; listened to spiritual preaching, cassettes, radio programs; name more —mostly informal, some non-formal, one formal not finished oh I’m blessed that It wasn’t. Whenever I was asked why I did, I would say “I wanna know God.”

Hopeless popus!*

Has anyone experienced this looking-sophisticated-but-actually-comical thing? Thanks God (s/he’d like to be censored actually) I’m not alone in this zero to zigzagging journey— from being very excitedly curious to being a drunken master. 🤪

What a blessed journey it was!
If I’m supposed to tell that young me when starting through the reading of those looking-sophisticated-yet-actually-comical random materials, I would say “Hey, Lady Haha! You should have a map but a destination is paramount!”

And I still feel so blessed!

May all haha moments be deciphered. 😊

* refer to the video of “How To Dad” in “How To Teach A Kid Curse Words”.

a pinch of salt to my life, no pepper though

Soul, Senses

Bob, Learning, This Person
What is meaningful?
None until you taste. Senses,
Vehicles to ride—

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Watching “Soul” the movie, I’ve been impressed by the jazz, the colours and Dorothea Williams’ young fish saying “this is water!”

Some discomfort makes you stay home and sit to get some comfort from movies.

Next!






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Loving Like Loving A Song

		
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I want to love you
Like loving a song. It's free,
Everyone’s happy
Without jealousy, they sing
In joy.... While you’re still mine, Love—





What a luxury to love someone who’s been the favorite of many…. Sharing joy in silence….





Like this humble song from me to you…. A Javanese love song whose meaning is deep and joyful; filled with prayer and admiration to the beloved – whoever the beloved is meant by the singer.





Music is a beautiful wire connecting the hearts….





Enjoy.











			


	


				
					


	

		
		
Lammie and Khanyisa, unconditional friendship

		
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Lammie, Khanyisa,
It is the least I can do.
Friends are forever
When no discrimination.
Can I do? Need a try, sure!





Animals have taught me a lot about many things. One of those is unconditional friendship. Lammie and Khanyisa are a sheep and an albino elephant calf who have been friends without asking why their tails are differently shaped and attached, why their hairs are of different colours, why their teeth are of different length…. Language, religion, nationalities, and so on are never problems. They just grass, rest, play together. What a beautiful world!





If you wanna support Lammie and Khanyisa’s unconditional friendship, you can buy a mug with picture of them printed on it. Mine arrived today through DHL, welcoming me at the front door. Happy yay!





Thanks, Lammie and Khanyisa and HERD! You’ve been much smarter than many of my human kind. I’m sending love to you and your family….. 😘😘😘






https://teespring.com/shop/lammie-and-khanyisa-mug?pid=658&cid=102908






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Maru & Hana – my mood

		
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Cats and river sound:

A bit of tranquility—

What a piece of peace!


Singapore – May 30, 2020 / 21:21








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Ode To My Beloved – haiku cluster

		
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Ode to my Beloved


Please hear me saying

The words that sweep your sorrow.

I’m in love with you.


Please kiss the rosebuds

That will bloom at the next dawn,

Opening new day.


Please touch the dewdrops

For me. Can you feel the love

When the water bursts?


Please close your eyes now.

Look at the Sun in my heart.

Do you see a You?


Please taste through my Soul.

What color do you find there?

It does remain true.


Somewhere on Nov. 7 / 12:00 (a throwback to embrace a frozen heart)




Love is that bringing us to the now either with the five senses or the sixth.

Love is that neutralising past & future into lessons & hopes.


What can be better than to be you, my Beloved?

If being you feels annoying or painful, do remember that you were born to the world welcome by a mother’s love, a father’s pride, a family’s cheer and unlimited future.


So, love yourself.

Only by loving yourself you can clear the blocked path.


Namaste


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Daddy – haiku

		
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Dad, are you out there?

I just wanna say I’m fine.

See you in Heaven.


Akita – Nov. 21, 2019 – morning glorified, ready to create incredible art of life


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Sometimes you miss those who’ve been far away, unreached with even miles of flight.

Heaven is just untouchable, at the same time very accessible…. with just a whisper.

Do pray and they will whisper you back,

Reaching you with their heavenly hands.


I miss my father (so often) but I always tell him I’m fine ‘coz he protects me from above.


I love you, father…..


Thanks to Coldplay for this song that has given a punch on me with tons of awareness.







			


	


				
					


	

		
		
Underpayment – haiku

		
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It’s less than one cent,

Doesn’t reflect in peoples’ slip.

Underpayment! R’pay!


Have we thought of what underpayment we have given to our own Life? Or to others’?

Promise, committment…

Ethical, fair…

Be true.

Life is the most accurate Calculator.


Singapore – August 18, 2019 / 10:50am

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Weeping Ney – free verse

		
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Ney….

Your song pulled me down in to the depth of abyss

Gliding with no weight,

Free falling –


Ney….

Your tone touched me on the hollow emptiness

Craving for sensations,

Crashing on nothingness.


Ney….

Your call dragged me along the path that I know well, yet

I am lonely and blind,

Waiting for a map.


Ney….

Do you know I’ve been here all my life,

My breath,

My step,

My tear,

My despair,

All of mine.


Ney….

You are the breeze that sweeps my draught

Then soars;

The dewdrop that breaks my morning

Then wakes up;

The spark that lights up my flame

Then burns.

The dirt that buries my hope

Then grows.


Ney….

It is you

That swirls like earth spiraled upwards by tornado,

And travels afar before it hits the door of heaven.


Ney….

I am taking your hands.

Your weeping cries will always accompany my journey

To you, Ney.


Phnom Pehn – August 2, 2019 – 22:45


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Many New Years – ranting

		
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All people have their New Years, different way of counting the days. Same number, different start. Javanese have Javanese Year. Muslim have Islamic Year, Hinduism have Hinduism Year. Buddhist have Buddhism Year. Inca-Mayan have their own year that ended with their “aborted” doomsday in 2012. And others do – all of which might be based either on Lunar or Solar calendar – in fact, with the same basis not a few are of different cycles.


It is Chinese New Year today and representing PIG. Year of pig


What does it symbolise? I thought it is a symbol of eat a lot, fat, lazy and slowness of move. But I am wrong, PIG is the symbol of prosperity in Chinese culture. Does it mean this year all of us are gonna be rich? I don’t believe that because if you don’t work or you are not lucky, you won’t have a lot of property and prosperity.


Gosh, the symbol doesn’t work at least for me…. I am still fat and eating a lot, not prosperous yet. Maybe this year? 🙂


Happy Chinese New Year!


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New Year’s Resolution – serious ranting

		
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My home is near the MRT railway, every five minutes two 6-car trains will go to both directions. And, today they do their routine of life. But there is something different, like they know it is almost 2019 and want to celebrate the year exchange.


The trains sound more merrier.


And the vehicles in the crossroad just down floors below run like no energy is lacking or no drowsiness greets the drivers.


Around where I live there are a lot of trees that I hope won’t be cut down for long years to come. I love them as they are the ones making my breath lighter and healthier. And tonight I feel they send out purer air to me.


And there is a reservoir that is cleaned daily by the boatmen on the blue boats. It still looks dark at night but the water reflection is clearer and more magnificent.


All do more magic tonight…. Because it is new year tomorrow. And I am infected by their spirit of best performance of now here and so I want to be in the harmony with Nature now here and next year.


I might not be able to get a mentor that I expected but I will make myself the best mentor for myself to be more professional – clarity on what I do, purity on what I intend. I might not be the best of all but I will make myself the best version of me – committed and true. I might not get everything I wish but I will make myself to get what’s the best I deserve.


Tonight I welcome 2019 at home looking at my plants in the small balcony, going back and forth the fridge to get cool water – I don’t drink beer fyi, seeing all the passers by, enjoying the dogs’ smell from the one living under my balcony. The air, water, cloud, unseen sky, shy rain, greenery in the black black new year’s eve, all people celebrating far away with the fireworks, all the animals with shelters or without, all the blessed life under the sun, and all


To you I wish a….


…. Happy New Year 2019! The best is welcoming you.


I know next year is mine, too.


Temasek – December 31, 2019 – 11:18pm


 


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Off – haiku

		
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Can Light wish for one

Moment when Time’s going off?

Tired of being —


Singapore – Dec. 18, 2018 – 8:45pm


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Caged Bird – free verse

		
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My father had a black starling.

It loved eating kepok* banana – no, had no choice.

It sang – no, cried

It danced – no, nervous

It entertained our guests – no, tried to escape

It slept peacefully – no, dreamed nightmares days and nights

It did happily – no, a prisoner.


The cage was wires and wood.

We hoped it could talk.


Our family moved

To a much smaller home.

Our starling got neglected

How much I can feel the guilty is like a teary moment to a bloody heart!


The black starling got a home

Bigger:

My mother’s relative.


It loved eating kepok* banana – no, had no choice.

It sang – no, cried

It danced – no, nervous

It entertained our guests – no, tried to escape

It slept peacefully – no, dreamed nightmares days and nights

It did happily – no, a prisoner.


The cage was wires and wood, half we gave to it.

We hoped it could talk.


If you are dead, dear Black Starling,

Be in a peaceful moment.

Fly with your beautiful wings, black and shiny!

Feed your life with all the fresh memories.

Forget all the cages and bars.

Be the air

Be the vapour

Be the atmosphere

Be our silent guidance to the freedom out of this cage.


Thank you for your will to be our prisoner

Thank you for your sincerity to be our exhibition

Thank you for your sacrifice to feed our ego

Thank you for your life to complete our purity.


See you across the bridge.

You’ve met him, right?

Tell him you forgive us.


Yours truly,


Me


Shanghai – Dec. 15, 2018 – 12:05 noon is here


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It’s been quite long I haven’t posted anything in this site. Too busy? Or not able to manage the time? Oh my goodness, how life lasts long yet runs so fast that it rolls in like a useless scroll.


Alas!

What will I give to Life?

Nothing?

Ya, nothing as I have nothing.

Yet, I still do things with my nothing.


Life,

Please guide me through my nothingness to the Light at the end of the scroll.


No, not at the end. It is along the scroll…


Glad to be here again….


The Estuary, Temasek – Nov. 30, 2018 – 9:47pm


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How – ranting

		
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I’m almost 50?

Gosh! Am I that near to what is called half a century? it gives me goosebump!

What have I done?

To my beloved parents?

To my beloved sisters?

To my beloved brothers?

To my friends?

To my country?

To humanity?

To….


To myself?


Last month I visited a good friend and found more things about her. She has done so much in her life.

She helped me and her colleagues grow professionally.

She did many things to help people in her industry.

She did so much to her mother especially when her mother was in the deathbed.

She travels to see many places.

She plays piano.

She plays violin.

She plays golf.

She hangs out with friends.

She read spiritual books.

She always comes up with solutions of problems around her.

She dedicates her life to humanity.

She does many many things that I can even only imagine I can do with my mini courage.


Once I told her “My Friend, I think you will not regret your life when you die.”


And she said “You’re right, Rike. I won’t regret my life when I die. I will die happy because I’ve lived happily.”


She said to me, “Be happy. Do something that you have wanted to do but you haven’t. Hey, what about taking music classes?”


Going out from her apartment, I could not stop thinking of what I should do to make my life meaningful for myself and for those I love that I leave when I die.


Life is short and I’ve gotta do something.


Thanks, my Friend for being an inspiration to me.


I will die happy because I’ve lived happily.


Singapore – April 29, 2018 – 02:39


The picture below is of Fifi (the black and white) and Chocho (the ginger), kittens in my Mom’s home. Chocho died of suffering for his back on April 23, 2018 at around 11:15am Jakarta time. Thank you, Chocho for telling me over and over again that you lived happily and died happy. Thank you, my dear kitten. See you across the rainbow bridge….


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