The longing has gone Too far left by trueness. No plate is prepared, No wish is grown, No intelligence is to decipher message As heart is numb by laughter And ridicule. No number symbolises, No alphabet pronounces, All are faded away. There’s only mine on its way. Dandelion, Bring it fly To where it roots beauty, Peace and eternity.
Only love remains For the journey That appreciates Not a point That fades away.
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i’ve met dandelions in many different spots; all of them are blooming new dreams, totally new, leaving the blur ones — prayer heard and soon coming true 💝
All are grown blessing, Making days more radiant Without prejudice.
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Flowers don’t envy others just because of colours, shapes, fragrance and/or sizes. They just bloom without prejudice blessing whoever seeing, smelling, touching, feeling, listening to the description.
Their eyes see pig pink. She sees cherry blossom pink. Pink can be anything, anywhere. Not anyone though sees beauty in pink. My heart is red Yet it feels ever pink.
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cherry blossoms along JR Kobe Line 😍 — almost ten times visiting Japan and this is my very first experience of cherry blossoms
All is best Like all is well In someone’s hands At give time. Don’t waste any second. If you have slight time, Smile like seeing heaven. It is best Always.
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my best smile this sleepy morning 🥰
other than the precision manufacturing, this is one of best products of Japan! never disappointed with one 😘
Blossom, welcome her Among tasks and assignments So she smiles and blooms.
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The way we thank for the work we do is by doing our very best for the work we do. There is no other way. Give our better best everyday for the work has given us their best.
Mosquito’s smiling At a girl grinning of itch. A mutual joy—
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i used to learn how to not smile at those at the other side of the table; back to smile after some years — i can lose in some negotiation but i won’t let them smile more genuinely than i do 😁 i grin actually
Veggies on the plate Tease eyes and brain to gobble Quickly silently.
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Selamat Berbuka Puasa 💝
I should have eaten more slowly and experienced each and every taste with my palate. There should have been no sensation missed: sweet, bitter, salty, sour, gurih (umami). Don’t forget hot and cold.
today’s: nasi bakar (grilled rice with squid and stinky beans wrapped in banana leaf), boiled veggies, left-over of spicy tuna, grated mango and bangkuang rujak*
Rujak — Rujak (Indonesian spelling)or Rojak (Malay spelling) is a salad dish of Javanese origin, commonly found in Indonesia, Malaysia and Singapore. The most popular variant in all three countries is a salad composed of a mixture of sliced or grated fruit and vegetables served with a spicy palm sugar dressing. It is often described as tangy and spicy fruit salad due to its sweet, hot and spicy dressing made from ground chilli, palm sugar and peanuts.
Bengkoang (Indonesian spelling) or Bangkuang (Malay spelling) is jicama turnip.
My version of rujak: chilli, palm sugar, tamarind and a pinch of salt
Fragrance of blossoms Slips to the romance breathing Of a broken heart.
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I feel romantic when remembering how love can make human being do the toughest efforts for the beloved. It might not be romance at all like what parents do to raise children, it might be though the very romance like somebody who deeply loves someone who doesn’t care about being loved.
Massive blooming of (any) flowers always touches me romantically. Tulips, daffodils, lotus, hibiscus, sunflowers, jasmine, roses, canna, and so on and so forth even grass flowers on the street can imprison my presence in swift silence.
I’ve visited Japan many times (to me 3 and more is categorised as many) yet never before was in cherry blossom season in the visited prefectures — clean natural beauty in every place I stepped in is a guarantee; there is no dirty spot I saw there. All places in the world are gifted with beauty yet Japan has made the gift in a splendid fancy wrapping of cleanliness and tidiness; no one having visited Japan doesn’t want to come back for leisure.
I haven’t experienced cherry blossoms myself yet cherry blossoms have been part of a lot of haiku, photos seen in the Net, perfume worn so it feels so close to my heart. Wishing so much that I can visit Himeji Castle and Osaka Castle to feel my Japanese romance decorated with cherry blossoms. Sssooo much hoping to the blessings from April.
Dear April, please sweetly invite me to breathe in the subtle fragrance of and sway among the shower of tiny petals of this fragile beauty. 🌸
Is life abundant? She asked. They said, When you have everything. She walked away, There was never everything In imperfection.
She says. Life is generous. They say, Because you have everything. She walks away, There is never perfection In everything.
Life is abundant, She agrees. They ask, Do you have everything? You are not perfect. She walks away, There is always perfection In anything imperfect.
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anger has long gone but sadness is still lingering like a hungry fox hunting a chicken 🙃 yet life is so generous to me offering sweet imperfection and simplest perfection that might be just a dream for those perfect perfection — so thank you as always! 💝
The only thing making me commit to stay in a conversation and keep it confidential is my promise 15 years ago that I would never reject anyone who comes to share whatever they want to, mostly about their pain. And once a sharing from a young friend was hitting me so hard.
Me: Why do you think that friend hurts you? She doesn’t even say it is about you.
F: She should know that the case she highlights in her social media is almost the same case as mine. If she thinks it is to support me, it is a wrong way. Does she think highlighting a trauma a nice thing?
Me: Maybe she is trying to show you her support. She wants to tell you “You are not the only one, be tough, I am on your side.”
F: By making me thinking of the bad thing happening to me?
Me: You may not want to share. It is ok. What happened to you?
F: (she was crying, telling me some cases hitting me so hard that it gave me some pain in my chest.) Now you know. I think I don’t deserve anyone.
Me: I understand how it makes you feel. I guess it is gonna be ok. Do you want to tell her about your feeling to her about how the sharing has made you feel? You said you shared with her about the cases.
F: Once I told her the big picture, not the details. She said I am weak for not being able to accept what happened years ago. And I feel that I may have become a circulated story among people in her circle.
Me: (could not say much, just tried to listen as what happened to her is almost the same with what is happening to me — someone highlighted again and again some case that might make me remember what I always want to forever bury. And that contact to ensure confidentiality has been blocked is another pain.) You deserve very good people with your good heart, dear friend.
F: (crying until I finally asked her to end the call and take some rest)
I can never blame those who think trauma should or can or will be healed fast. For them it is just a story, for her (and people like her) it is a nightmare that has made her feel not deserving some things or some people or even this life.
I wish more people can appreciate and respect others regardless what others have experienced in life and won’t make the trauma a ridicule or a joke or circulated stories to make more fun.
Salaam.
pic: Banksy’s
shower this life with peace and love 💝 accepting, accepting, accepting
Every weekend This heart multiplies. They wander Everywhere Through music, pictures, poems and prayers Sending peace And love That might not be Returned. What a sweet weekend!
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although you’ve targeted me with uncertainty, (pic: Banksy’s)
although you prefer war (pic: Banksy’s)
although you ignorantly hijack the love, (pic: Banksy’s)
sweet heart is still what you deserve,
no missile but beautiful heartshould be sent to you (pic: Banksy’s)
freshened and showered with warm heart is your right
at the end a bunch of flowers will be thrown to you (pic: Banksy’s)
hahahaha…. i am always laughed by my best friends for constantly being “love sick” (pic: Banksy’s)
A bubble’s bursting, United with the free air. Would you please join me?
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Although Kyoto has a lot of impressive shrines, my favourite is not there. Mine is Izumo Taisha in Shimane prefecture about 343 km from Kyoto.
When visiting other shrines in Japan, I was so aware of being in Japan. In Izumo Taisha I got home: sunny, green, serene and unexplainably blissful. There were many visitors but my senses didn’t absorb their presence as if the hot air and bright light muffled their noise and wrapped me in a safe bubble bursting when my last step left the shrine front gate.
Romantic!
a long walk from the gate to the shrine — i remember it was a scorching hot day in August 2018 and i was humming while walking 😇
ablution, my daily ritual that i find also so soothing in Japan shrine especially in Izumo Taisha
torii 💝 a gate to the shrine yard
this is Izumo Taisha! 💝
shimenawa (sacred straw rope)
i only go to this coffee shop with my colleagues, but i wholeheartedly believed drinking Starbucks coffee was a nice thing; only in Izumo! right outside the shrine complex
Castles small or big Stand on a hill among trees Wave to the white clouds.
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Matsue Castle, from afar (2018)
Matsue Castle, closer view (2018)
there is no reason to not thank life for making me me; with all the ups and downs, zig-zagging, winding roads, flood and quake, fake and genuine people around; i survive and become more and more relaxed — like Matsue Castle, my life is small, humble but strong enough and sweetly suitable for me 💝
rike jokanan 
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