Beginner

Once upon a time
It began with
A mess,
Completed with
An expertise.

And it’s been tested
through space and time.

imperfect look of gyoza but perfect taste, messy plate — next time better! 💝
the very first batch 😄
it took a focus and some uh and oh! 😘

Sufficed

Sufficiently served—
Each season presents a gift
That is grateful for.

once upon a time a healthy lady
slightly less healthy another day
then sugarrr! 😘

Thank You for The Love and Loving

It is easy to say “that I should love all”; yet it is not that easy as to finally love easily in life as it takes a long process, including to understand what love is, how to express the love, to whom I should express it, how much love I should share, etc before it becomes my commitment to love.

To me everyday is love day, no matter how much love I can feel flowing in my veins. Today several love wishes came from some friends. Good to share with more people.

💕

—-

from me to myself
fellow biker
fellow biker
cat lover
art lover
art lover
i don’t know who sent it, maybe wrong number
travel lover
good friend
good friend
good friend
good friend

Mirror in Us

It might not be clear
As the mirror is not clean.
Reflection of
You on me
Is as clear as the song sung by the breeze,
Whistling softly
On to these eardrums.

Swoosh!
You whisper,
I could hear,
We both share unvoiced laughter.
Is that our smiles
Or grins
That we both share from miles away?

You
Are playing so well,
I
Stay hugging this heart
That shrinks with
Your coldness,
That shines with
Your old shadow.

Dear, heart.
Stay flawless mirror.
With you I see
Beloved.
Be it beast or beauty,
My love is worth reflecting clearly.

love reflects to a mirror called heart, the clarity depends on the clearness not the size 💕

Melody

Melody of my soul
That I wish to connect to
You
Has flown away.
I see
You
Sing another melody
Not even of my tunes.

Love is unforceable.

Sweetly I can smile.
Amazingly I can pray.
These steps are farther and farther
Pushed away by
Your icy melody to me.

my favourite melody since I didn’t know what the lyrics were about 😁 thanks to my beloved sister for introducing me to Queen
another melody i love! ice, ice baby! 🥰 thanks to my beloved sister for introducing me to Vanilla Ice!

Satu

💗🎼

Aku ini adalah dirimu
Cinta ini adalah cintamu

Aku ini adalah dirimu
Jiwa ini adalah jiwamu

Rindu ini adalah rindumu
Darah ini adalah darahmu

Tak ada yang lain selain dirimu
Yang selalu kupuja

Wo uh wo

Ku sebut namamu
Di setiap hembusan napasku

Kusebut namamu
Kusebut namamu

Dengan tanganmu aku menyentuh
Dengan kakimu aku berjalan

Dengan matamu ku memandang
Dengan telingamu ku mendengar

Dengan lidahmu aku bicara
Dengan hatimu aku merasa

Tak ada yang lain selain dirimu
Yang selalu kupuja

Wo uh wo

Ku sebut namamu
Di setiap hembusan napasku

Kusebut namamu
Kusebut namamu

Tak ada yang lain selain dirimu
Yang selalu kupuja

Wo uh wo

Ku sebut namamu
Di setiap hembusan napasku

Kusebut namamu
Kusebut namamu

Cooked

Rice is cooked to be rice. It’s the same name, yet not the same. Raw then cooked—

sometimes you know someone is cooking you; just pretend you don’t know that you’re being cooked and feel your own love

(In)Visible Monster

Not under the bed, it’s what she’s slept with since she was a cute baby.

I am obviously my own monster; haunting, hunting me forever will be 💝 the best company ever

Love Day

What is love day? 
A day when love is precious?
Only once a year?
How stingy human being is!
To express love only on that day—

Maybe they are afraid
Of saying love to
That they love dearly.

Maybe expression is
Embarrassing and too low
That they dump it cruelly.

Maybe love is considered a myth
Scientifically unproven
That it is skipped.

Maybe….
So much maybe.

I will still love
You
In silence
As
Love has made my heart pretty
Although rejection and ignorance
Once made it ugly.

All days are my love days.

To my
Beloved—

learned love from texts
looked for it everywhere
found it in beauty
the love keeps evaporating to the air that is breathed
melting to the water that is sipped
repeatedly exploding to illuminate the journey
let me sing love songs in silence to and for you
and sweetly silently celebrate it when i’m wishing to be

Enjoy The Food (ranting)

I love cooking my own food when not traveling; yet it doesn’t mean I cook well. What’s the best part of cooking my own food? Hmmm….

1. I can cook whatever I want to eat.

2. I won’t complain even if the taste is not up to my satisfaction. Just cook better next time.

3. I can boast in Instagram and here that I can cook.

😁

Enjoooy!

🤤 love tempe – the day before yesterday
sawut (grated cassava steamed with grated coconut and Javanese sugar), liver in soy sauce 🤤 – yesterday
sawut (yesterday’s left over), bean sprout and green pepper, liver skewer 🤤 – today

Singing Heart

This heart sings. Its notes witness through pitch and tempo. Genres of the soul—

whatever the story is, i’ll tell it musically

A Dyed Heart


This heart is flowing fluid
Filling the soul with
Redness of bravery
And rage;
Pinkness of romance
And lust;
Orangeness of warmth
And attention craver;
Yellowness of glory
And jealousy;
Greenness of tranquility
And envy;
Blueness of peace
And mourning;
Whiteness of singularity,
And fear;
Blackness of mystery
And death.
When the soul blinks,
A spectrum ray chutes down
On to the ocean of mind,
Illuminates what’s to solve.

Is your face dyed as your heart is dyed, Beloved?
And your words
Your footsteps
Your breaths
Touch?

Or, layers of curtains shade your true colours?

Are You A God

I am so limited,
While
You are not.

That is
When
We are compatible
At the same time
Misunderstand
In many points.

I define me
With my limitation,
You cannot define you with your un-limitlessness.

Are you a
God?
Or what?

Oh!

you see a limit in the horizon; the horizon keeps moving away from you

Well Done

The wind flies dry leaves to where travel’s light and memory’s full. Well done—

big lunch before big laundry — well done!
ready mussels
done!
roasting potato
on medium fire, don’t add water
sauté
(not so) fresh green mussels
carrot & celery
garlic & ginger
big basket of laundry after big lunch 😊 well done!

Wake Up

The sun knocks the door, gives a to-do list for fun. “May I sleep?” She said.

yesterday — wanted sugar so i cooked this and….
this! 💝
last night — still hungry so i bought this! oh Korean chicken, you spoiled me so well 🙂

today? a lot to cook in the fridge! a lot to iron in the basket! wake up! weekend is waiting with all the fun! 😵‍💫 yet bed seems nicer and warmer 😌

Greed

All have right to live, yet some by greedily eating up others. Sigh.

the rose apple leaves in my front yard are helplessly eaten up by locusts
the tree is not as productive as before but the fruits are still sweet and fresh….
….and so many flowers are coming out, ready to bloom

Broken

What’s broken’s broken until connected again. Never be the same—

one of my gorgeous ceramic plates was broken; now i’m thinking of learning how to fix it

Floating So High

Keeping afloat, buoyant freely swaying playing the waves in the sky—

Coldplay never fails me

I’m Ready

Tell the sun rising and setting that I’m ready anytime: morning, night and day— to present what’s best in my humble life.

💗 welcoming rising sun
💗 escorting the sun to sleep
💕 you can destroy the branches but you can’t kill the tree with healthy roots
💕 so full and filled