Category: Learning

Consciousness, Real?

Learning, life, Poetic

What truly exists is what’s tangible. Nope. What truly exists is stories. Nope. What truly exists is belief. Nope. What truly exists is interconnection. Nope. What truly exists is mind. Nope. So what truly exists?

Look inside. Layer by layer….

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❣️

Smile The Sweetest

Learning
Weather is changing,
Sky isn’t. Furniture does,
Space sits still smiling.

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No condition changes space. It’s there, might look temporarily conditioned sometimes but simply because some furniture is busy “stirring the air”. And sky is just there being the canvas of weathers which come and go.

It’s fun to observe and silently enjoy each moment of truth.

Salaam.

sky is unconditional, and so is space – whatever happens is just weather that is passing

My Mother Said

Learning, love, Poetic, This Person, Those People
My mother said
You were a cute baby
Even when crying.

My mother said
You were a beautiful toddler
Running around,
Bubbling all words.

My mother said
You were a cheerful girl
Cycling around
Climbing up trees
Playing drowning in the river.

My mother said
You were a beautiful woman
Arguing every ideas from me
Showing me your strong desires
Moving to where life brought us.

My mother said
You are an adult woman
Enjoying life differently from me
Giving me what you’ve promised to be
Loving what you love with no doubt
Living life with smiles and warm heart.

My mother said
I love you
I bless you
Wherever you are.
You’re loved
You’re blessed
However you are.

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My mother called, we laughed a lot today. She said I laughed as I did when I was a baby. How happy I have been to be her daughter. Lots of hugs and kisses, Ibu.

Alfatihah.

💝

RC Gorman’s Mother and Baby

Good Fact

Learning, Poetic
The earth is loyal
To the sun, and vice versa.
A very good fact—

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Note: A fact is a fact. It is neutral in its nature. Good or bad is a label given by human beings in their favour. The best option is to responsibly respond to the fact to stay in good mood.

loving sweet and savoury in the same plate & this is not neutral! this is naturally a feel-good! 🥰

Colour

Learning, Poetic
Eyes see colour hue
Splattering on a palette
Ready to draw taste.

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Excited for my kitchen will be! 😘😘😘

clay kitchenware makes the taste more earthy and original 🥰
colourful kitchen tools are cute and make cooking more fun 🥰
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Music

Learning
Is the one flowing
River? Can be flow of notes
Infusing good air—

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Never forget that music is an inseparable part of life. Put some in every part of the day. If all those in the playlist become boring, drop a pencil on to the floor and that’s music. 😊Or, drop a pan on to the floor… No no no, that is music (and louder) but too extreme to listen to. 😁

Salaam.

this album of unique compositions make this Sunday feels like a flowing river 🤗

Small Joy

Learning, Poetic
Blooming orchids show
Vibrant hues waited a while
Without counting time.

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I think so much surprise comes to us because we just do without craving for the expected result. Not 100% correct, but that is most what has happened to me. ☺️

Welcome, blooming flowers. You have been as stubborn as the gardener. God bless you! 😍

Sunday is full of cleaning, laundry and sweet surprises!

Salaam.

joyful day celebrating 4 stems of orchid buds from one pot 🤩

A Path

Learning, life, Poetic, This Person, Those People
A path to a place
Is walked through trees and uphills.
A meadow is waiting
Opening another path
To a warm home filled with love.

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My friend sent me three photos of our beloved “simbah” (those senior people who are considered wise or those who have grandchildren) – Javanese). Most people call these simbah “batik maker” because they make batik to earn a living. We both call them “batik artist”. More than that through what we’ve seen and heard about them, we’ve considered they are artists of their life. How they embrace their humble life gracefully and consciously has always amazed both of us. They live like calm river flowing to the sea. They don’t struggle against what others think about or do to them. They live as if there is no hindrance and disturbance in life.

When my friend told me some things about those three honourable ladies, I secretly harvested some lessons. It is very critical reminder for me who is still very much attached to a feeling of (accidentally) underestimated and (slightly) humiliated because of one petty case. These three artists of life have silently told me to let go.

What a loud shot in a quiet weekend!

No apology is needed. All is gradually let go through my own wish and willingness. This is my life and I only want to be the artist of my own life. 💝

Thank you, artists of life. You’re blessed. 💝

Salaam.

Mbah Suhir, 93 years old 💝 matur sembah nuwun
Mbah Erah, 87 years old 💝 matur sembah nuwun
Mbah Isah, 82 years old 💝 matur sembah nuwun

Colours

Learning, Poetic
The biggest secrets
Are sitting on the eyelids
Without disguising.

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there’s a rainbow that beautifully hides in front of white cloud, subtly showing that life is alive as it is – good morning!
clearer before fading away

Happy Meal

Learning

Weekend starts with a happy meal.

Happy weekend!

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big dinner today 💝 couldn’t finish the tempe though – can wait 😘
tempe ❣️
my first bell peppers beef in black pepper – making my dinner double protein 😎
“Indonesian like eating with sounds (textures)”, said Pak William Wongso, our senior culinary expert in Raditya Dika’s podcast 🔥
💗

Skin of Soul

Learning
Day and night take turn
Defining wrinkles on skin,
Brilliance on soul.

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age is a surprise gift wrapped with colourful fancy paper; excited when opening it and wondering what’s inside — when the excitement sustains, 18 or 90 won’t matter

Blessed

Learning, love, Poetic

I love
You
Without throbbing heart

I love
You
Without nervous mind

I love
You
Without going date

I love
You
Without touching each other

I love
You
Without intense conversation

I love
You
With the breeze of mountains

I love
You
With the wave of oceans

I love
You
With the dew of mornings

I love
You
With the sound of music

I love
You
With the hue of flowers

I love
You
With the flow of dreams

I love
You
With all whose reason is unseen.

How rejoicing and exciting.


(The Lover’s love to the Beloved)
love is never wasted

Autumn

Learning, life, Poetic
Dark night starts early
In fall when red leaves sway down
To earth cooling off.

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pretty crimson leaves covering the earth somewhere (from Pinterest)

While normally talking about spirituality and self love, one day one bestie and I conversed about money. To me she appears much more calculating than all of us in the circle. She manages her money very carefully and (of course) influences her friends to do so.

“If we feel ready with both predictable and measured emergency issues, we can feel good in more time than not.” 100% agree!

She is one of two besties teaching us to save at least 12-month income for emergency, fully pay all the loan the soonest possible, stay liquid rather than fixed (assets), not lend any assets to anyone anymore even with one’s emergency reason. I stubbornly disagreed with last one.

And she said all should be done soon because 2023 seems gloomy.

I didn’t take her words until watching a bunch of YouTube videos about financial analysis and forecast by experts and practitioners for the past two years.

Not hoping the darkness happens but there is no harm to prepare the umbrella before it rains.

Please save us. Amen…

Andalusia

Learning, Map It!, Poetic
Lines of orange trees
Tell stories of a city
With its bright fruit juice.

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Andalusia 🎼
orange trees in the yard of Mezquita de Cordoba 💝 (from Pinterest) – they taste bitter 🙃

Secrets

Learning
Eyes don’t see, heart does.
Ears don’t hear, heart does. It does.
It laughs at secrets.

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8 = 5+3 😁 Some people can be fooled around through their five senses. Ahhhh! How content is a heart knowing secrets others are dancing around.

Days become brighter and brighter! Thanks to Hercules Poirot, Ms Marple, Parker Pyne, Ariadne Oliver. 😁

Let’s work happily.

May all beings be happy.

sleep is better with a joke disclosed 😁

Library

Learning, life, Map It!, Poetic
Opening the door,
She finds books and thesaurus
Stacked high to the sky.

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What else is this life mainly but library? Read your books! 💕

“Read your books” is excepted from one Quran verse “Read your records (the word kitabaka can also mean your books or your scrolls). You alone are sufficient this day to take account of yourself” that implies self observation, self evaluation, self assessment, self correction.

Ouch! An internal audit it is — becoming the auditor and the auditee: acting different roles in the same place using different points of view. Doable and sustainable! 😍

May all beings be happy.

library in Seoul! my colleague said it is located in the same area with our office – I’m ready to go! 😁
sent by a colleague this afternoon; ok then, I’m ready to be assigned there 🤤 – Korea was never in my bucket list but this beautiful place has confirmed it now is! 😍

A Whole

Learning, life, Poetic, This Person
A hole curls sweetly
As a center of a whole.
Delicious truth—

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what is one? one slice? one plate of apple slices? one unsliced apple?

Stories to Revisit (ranting)

Learning, Poetic
Steps measure long roads
Where historians write stories
Tracking their own mind.

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History isn’t about what’s written only but it is also about what’s tied to myths and folklores. Reading history books by ignoring what’s verbally circulated by people through myths and folklores is like describing a rose through picture: failing to experience the touch and the fragrance. People are always the actual sources of history— without them history doesn’t exist.

History versions are as many as heads on earth as all people have their own life history related to certain incidents in the world; not all of them though write. Many save their history in head and heart with different reasons— no time, no tools, no courage! My blog is my history book (that to some brilliant people looks like full of unnecessary complaints and cheap experiences). I love my history book how much ever people laugh at it. Hey! When people laugh at it, it means my comedy works. 😁

Salaam.

see you, Cordoba! this place is one of those I must revisit because of the history 💕💕
see you, Sagrada Familia — I stayed for one hour outside, not being able to enter the so much crowded gate, I will be back to see if the history goes on 😍
see you, Grand Mosque of Paris – I will be back to its historical garden 💝
London? I’ll be back! history is well preserved there
see you? umm maybe not….

Loud & Clear Sign

Learning, life, Poetic
Loud enough and clear—
Thunder strikes and rain begins.
Children play outside.

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Your signs are well read, well noted, well understood. Well…. 😎

today’s lunch: it is what is called good sign! 😁 tempe is a good sign that high quality and quantity protein is as affordable as fermented soybeans

Impressed (ranting)

Learning, Those People

Life is so rich that very very few of disappointments to those sitting on top of the political “food chains” are left un-healed. There are always rising young nationalist scholars in non political fields that give us the people hope at least to this nation to just stand up dignified not enslaved by foreign monsters anymore.

I wish to live long enough to see those young scholars successfully materialise their dreams at the same time continue their journey as Indonesians no matter how much others pull them out from this mother land. God bless you, dear young scholars! Know your root. Love your tree. Bloom flowers. Yield good fruits in your strong boughs! You’ve impressed us with your intelligence. Impress us with your loyalty to the nation.

Right or wrong my country? Hmmm…. There will be time for that! For now, pretty or ugly my country. 🙃

New week is gonna be more energized!

Salaam.

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thank you, Driando! I will love tempe(h) more and more!
hey! tempe is good but burnt tempe is ummm 🙃

Birthday

Learning, love, Poetic
On your birthday, Love,
Magic sends sweet messages
And flowers and gifts.

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Ibu turns 78 today. It is a 78 years of human beings, 54 years of a wife, 53 years of a mother of 5. 47 years of being my mother— maybe the most annoying of facing this one rascal among 5 angels. 🙃 She might not be always happy being her but she is full of sweet smiles and words of encouragement.

If her life is a painting, it will be a colourful canvas full of fragrant tropical flowers and powerful herbs that can be concocted as medicines especially for her family and friends. Beautiful and full of healing for others— No wonder her family and neighbours highly respect her.

Ibu, I know you never like big celebration and that’s why we only send stupid messages on your birthday. But I know you always miss us to annoy you and that’s why we give surprises! Much love today and forever!

Salaam…

I sent this picture to her; maybe she was wondering why I didn’t send picture of a real birthday cake as I normally do. She will be surprised!

Oct 9, 2022

Soft Voice

Learning
The wind brings voice of
Falling leaves softly rustling
About silent notes—

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I humbly apologise for not being able to read your signs…. Or maybe they are for other addresses.

Salaam 💝

Broken Chair stands in delicate balance on three legs – the fourth having been violently blown off as if by an explosive charge. A way of showing that even mutilated, victims of warviolence are still standing tall, with dignity. (www.unadap.org)
to me “Broken Chair” is also a question “can’t people sit down together and talk instead of defeating others in ignorance?” the saddest symbol I’ve seen

Good Food

Learning, Poetic
River flows. Wind blows.
Birds perch on a twig and chirp,
Enjoying good food.

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Life is not really WYSIWYG, there are layers that can be peeled off like peeling off onions layered skins.

What is seen in a river? Its flow. What’s behind the flow?

What is felt in a wind? Its blow. What’s behind the flow?

What’s behind the singing birds? What’s behind good food?

Something looking like nothing yet there are powerful layers of realities that wrap another deeper level of reality. At the end of the peeled-off onion, what is it? The eyes see “none” that can be immediately ignored, the self sees “the essence” that can only be understood through accepting in silence.

What an experience as a human being! Maybe this is a euphoria of being alive, or being aware? This is a good time and I will always feel good no matter what. 💝

Thank you for everything. 💝

good breakfast for a tempe(h) lover 🥰
good snack for a pumpkin lover – run out of honey this time

It’s You

Learning
It’s you, Beloved
That shines and sets in my heart
Bringing in blessings.

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sun is shining like the smile of the playful kids 💝
sun is setting like the smile of the wise elders 💝