graphs of my Universe
Name is a short spell. Not yours, Beloved. It’s mine Hanging in Heaven, Echoing after yours called. You can have it all.
How many names have you spelled in prayers? Are they the bold or the beautiful ones?
I call your name, Beloved ‘coz I know it infuses power into prayers like smoke of burnt incense billowing into the sky escorting dreams to meet the doors….
May all beings be happy….
Loyalty: old-aged, Mined, Rubbed, faceted carbon— 4C through life time.
Many women love diamond with different reasons. Some do because of its beauty. Some do because of its prestige. Some do because of following the trend. Some do just because of spending money on anything seen and wanted. Some do because of what it symbolises…. In fact its value has a wide spectrum like why we love someone.
Diamond is just a type of carbon. Carbon is what’s burnt to cook steak. Carbon is what’s chosen for media to grow orchids. Carbon is activated to be a medication for food poisoning. Or simply think of other things containing carbon!
Diamond though is a certain level of carbon which has been buried between layers of earth for millions of years, tested by the pressure, temperature. It’s hardened, purified, strengthened, crystalised.
4C is a familiar acronym for diamond lovers. These 4 C’s show diamond’s quality.
Imagine a human being is a carbon processing one’s self to be a diamond. Stay regardless the pressure and temperature exposed to you, Self. Once you find you, you’re diamond in the making.
May all beings be happy.
useful link: https://www.bluenile.com
None is forever. Hold the air. Thank the water. Greet the soil. Love’s now. Singapore - Feb. 1, 2021 / 00:23
Time flies in jet plane! Thought it would be forever to miss you but forever is so fast that suddenly February is here.
No Valentine’s Day this February as it means nothing. Valentine’s happens every second, forever….
May all beings be happy.
Boneless tongue can lie And taste, too. Leading the mood To where you have been.
I miss Ubud…. Spending time alone or with some friends in a place where mind can freely digest what’s been hoarded through daily interactions at times bringing negativity and pessimism against life, is one of life’s great blessings.
Missing a place and can’t visit it? Cook the specialty!
Missing someone and can’t even contact him? Me? Hmm…. Just whisper his name….! 🥰
Showers of colours Splash cheery hello to time. I wish you warm heart.
Colours can bring certain vibes to a home. And so different colours of flowers create different atmosphere. Although not taking all for granted, I mostly check the meaning of flowers and wish that the supportive qualities symbolised by the flowers will be the energy filling the air.
May all beings be happy.
Perennial shrubs: Diehard under tough weather It’s her, Beloved. Don’t see her a rose. She be Hibiscus— cheap and no thorn....
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Seeing morning’s sun, Warmed by noon’s, serene through moon. Only where I am.
Ever thought that where you are is not the best place on earth? Change your mind soon!
I’ve always loved Asia especially South East Asia. People might think it’s because I’m now living in that place and never go anywhere else. Yes, that’s a primary reason but there are other reasons.
Long story short, I tried short stays in different places with different climates and culture and I conclude that where I am now is the best place: enough sun everyday, relatively same length between night and day the whole year. What’s more we can find friendly neighbours —in big cities people are less warm but relatively quite friendly, access to more vegetables and fruit, food is tastier with touch of herbs, more affordable living cost, and so on and so forth.
Last but not least in where I live spirituality is a daily life blended with nature— no I’m not talking about religion, institutional religion isn’t an interest of mine anymore. People don’t have to wait until certain days to pray, God or god is just a daily reality, sacred in the heart normal topic in public. People don’t have to organise registered charities to help others; not all people are trustworthy but I love in a circle where integrity is topmost criteria to survive. People don’t have to be certified to teach spirituality class; when I was young I simply knocked on neighbours’ doors and asked them about cultural and spiritual wisdom and we didn’t have to pay a cent.
Not ideal to all, but that’s a perfect life to this person
I’ve always dreamed to have a home base in culturally-integrated-not-so-crowded city like Bali, Yogyakarta or Ayutthaya when not traveling. It’s gonna be a sweet, warm landed property that once in a while welcomes family and friends to share ideas about this fun life and their great mind. Oh, don’t forget with lots of plants and at least two cats around! Dog? Maybe, the lazy one so that we don’t have to walk it everyday 😘
Dream on, dear Self. Hug the imagination while weekend is around. 😁
Don’t forget to wakey, wakey on weekdays! 😁
May all beings be happy.
Lines of working ants Build meaning through voice and tones. Hiragana drill—
When learning foreign languages with totally different alphabets, no choice but investing time to drill yourself! Up to now I’m still spending some time everyday to write Hiragana and Katakana characters to improve handwriting. My Sensei has shown or told me about the handwritings of one young learner which according to her is consistent and cute. Alamak….! The elementary schooler has pulled my confidence down 😂 To me, mine is more beautiful but yes my handwriting is bigger and not so cute especially at Friday class after my work. Feeling excited to learn at the same time wanting to put this head on the thick dictionary 🤯
While Hiragana look damn cute and elegant like marching ants, it’s a constant test as the ratio among the curves, line and dots are not precise after months of exercise. Katakana characters looking more rigid and alike with just straight lines and stripes have misled me – I thought it’s easier but NO! Baby step, baby step! Drill writing, drill reading, drill speaking, drill listening.
頑張って to myself! 😁
For those liking to learn art of Japanese handwriting there is a very good content creator in YouTube that I also like to refer to for “golden ratio” of Japanese characters.
What is on the plate? Hope..... For a weekend kitchen— Taste, texture and smell.....
Gear change in the rain Between slippery road and Raincoat left behind—
With years of biking experience I’m supposed to have no problem speeding with bike in Singapore, that’s what my siblings think. But that’s totally misleading. I feel high alert when biking in the rain here. In slope pavement or road I will constantly put hands quite pressure on both brakes, put the easiest gear combination making me look like a beginner biker — slow, doubtful, awkward. While in home country I would go to alternative routes which are many to get to the destination with the same speed enough to bulldoze a wall.
In the rain with blurred goggles because of water and wet body because of no raincoat, it makes it even more awkward coz this mind is swinging between “wanna be careful and go slow” and “race to get home quickly”. What’s more, the big vehicles in the road would either splash water with no mercy when traffic is good or floor the gas pedal not to rev but to let the steam off from the driver’s head in heavy traffic.
Yet there is always good side: I can sing as loudly as I want or curse the drivers with no mercy too ‘coz no one will hear me….
Eh? Human beings are confusing – wanna go safely but taking high risks, wanna curse at people but don’t wanna get heard, wanna be dry but forget raincoat at home…. 🤪
Life is such a paradox, like biking in a heavy rain with no rain coat.
May all beings be happy.
No, Beloved. You are not red You are not yellow You are not blue Only. You are all gradationally spread from one point to another, Occupying Space, Led by Time. Time makes all matter. It becomes every milestone of journey. It gives chances to clarify the direction of journey. It sets free what should be said and what should be held back. Enjoy. Space is a secondary supporting detail. It doesn’t talk about the essence of journey. It shows what’s been hoarded by a traveler. It neglects what’s importance. It helps slow down when break is needed But at times it obscures the signs and messages. Beware! Stay where you are, Beloved with no nerves Knowing that space won’t corrupt you. It is a lining of colours in different levels of degree that beautifies your existence. Don’t quit, Beloved whichever the speed is Knowing that time sharpens your perceptive. It is what will be weighed and presented as a gift. You see that, Beloved? Or not? Oh, I know you’re tipsy! 😁 — A free verse about time and space between the Lover and the Beloved. Bored to death! Thanks God it’s Monday tomorrow! Singapore - Jan. 17, 2021 / 22:00
Raining cats and dogs Leaves laundry damped and undone But plants glorious.
When a mountain of clothes after two weeks of undone laundry is waiting to iron and the cleaning lady isn’t available to help this weekend, it feels like…. 🤮
Better playing with some of the happy plants in between the work, moving them to a place where they can enjoy the sun while they can
Beloved is chased By many; loved secretly By the lonely. You?
Enjoy the weekend! 🤩
Hidden trough of Soul, A home where letter and voice Are silent. Where’s that? Walk your orbit, Beloved. They know the way to that realm.
You are not lost, Self. You are tracing back a journey home of trillions years of light and so you might have forgotten what, who and when but you won’t forget how to walk on it. What you need to do is just don’t quit. Don’t ask why, the answer is too clear. How ugly it is now, know that wings are grown.
Singapore – Jan. 13, 2021 / 19:00
What is jealousy, Beloved? My eyes can’t see Things clearly, you said. Drop your glasses, Beloved. They fog up and blur, I said.
When you’re jealous, Beloved; Love looks ugly.
There’s not much to tell, Beloved. Let’s play it jazz ‘Coz we know the tunes. You’d sing the rhymes, Beloved? Or would you please read the rhythms?
No day will be 100% as expected. No one will be 100% as expected, either. And with those expected, we know that only with jazzy mood days and people can be handled without too much stress.
Nothing beats inner peace. And whether you know it or not, I wish you, Beloved a great time, too.
May all beings be happy.
She sings a love song With Wind through the door whistling Melodiously....
Eight of ten days in January are rainy. Two days only are with sun shines warmly greeting the window.
On those eight days there has been wind pushing cold air and at times water into the living room or kitchen through the windows opening ajar. While it is cooling, it though wets the floor and curtain. While it is a bit scary at night, it though turns to whistles adding sound effect to the radio that’s on 24 hours this weekend.
Hope the water won’t be too much as I heard there has been flood in some places because of heavy rain. Hope everything will be fine for all creatures in this rainy season: all animals and homeless get sufficient food and shelter everyday.
May all beings be happy.
Breezy gloomy night
Walks along green-hedged pavement.
Tiptoes splash some joy.
Some night is just so good that you don’t even care about getting wet and splashed with mud. All bad thinking and feeling just go away or…. fade away.
Oh ya? Ya! Just don’t splash on others walking or running near you.
Interestingly there are some benefits of walking in the rain I just found. No umbrella please…. Read below link.
Four-letter word, Love. I take love to deal with you. With full risk I know.
God talks about love. Religion talks about love. Many people refer to divinity and humanity.
Rumi talked about love. Ibn Arabi talked about love. People interpret their topic of love in wide spectrum: lustily physical, romantic, humanity, divinity — from the simple to the absurd. And it is always beautiful whatever the perspective is, as long as love becomes the foundation.
You can approach love from your own experience, the message is simply between Lover and Beloved. People may judge your message of love, but you are the truest judge to yourself….
From a seed of awe Grew secret admiration. Joy in painful hide Summed up by a flash farewell— I love you from where I am.
Love is actually personal experience that internally grows or flickers out based on the quality and responses. I find in my experience loving someone for many years without him knowing it until we took a farewell—he might only know he is special to me and not more; love grows but wisely stops expecting anything. Why expecting if you don’t even get the expected responses from the person and there is no entrance to learn more about the one that you love? Poor me? No, I’m lucky that love has tested me and I pass.
Yes, the most important thing is to test love, how true it is. What if your love isn’t intense anymore? How if the one you love doesn’t love you? How if you find your love evolves? All those rubbish absolutely happen. 😂
It is always good to talk about love. Love deserves a talk, in either low or high pitch, anger or soberness, silence or crowd, far or near, laze or excitement….
A bunch of roses Present flowers, leaves, stems, thorns— Where is the root, Love? It’s left in the heart, where growth Is truer and forever.
Yet for those who never contemplate or who don’t care, love is difficult to embrace and feel. The vibe can be so fake or vague without physical presence. They need definition of love, which can only degrade the quality of it. Just do….
What have I ranted about?
Too much for the last day of new year’s holiday but too good to be unsaid to start very good years ahead!
I send my best regards to you across the ocean. Happy and Healthy New Year! I love you from where I am.
May all beings be happy.
Singapore – January 4, 2021 – last day of holiday / 14:10
If you can stop rain, Try. You will get an award, Or another job.
In the last two days rain didn’t stop, literally 48 hours down pour. I thought it wouldn’t rain today, cloudy day though. So, well packed I was off to the open air.
As the track was a bit slippery with thin mud, biking speed limit had to be pretty low. With some road block, not much space is there to ride comfortably.
The plan to have lunch while reading didn’t work either as the cafe closed much earlier today and they said the same for tomorrow. It started to rain so no no choice but turning back to home route. The cafe wouldn’t allow me to stay longer ‘coz they would cover all the chairs with tarpaulin soon.
Light rain is good….. in a good day. It felt like itchy needles on skin today. Lucky to cover half of the face with this cute face mask so no one would see this bad mood.
Some plans don’t work. Some days don’t come out nice and bright. Ah…! As long as I’m still alive, it’s ok. I don’t have to stop the rain to enjoy biking. If I can stop rain, I might get an award or a new job as a “rain shaman”. What a busy life if I am…. 😛
Under the railway not far from home…. Let’s sit down and recharge smile battery.
Not easy to explain but even with smiles and optimism, 2020 is still a heavily dragging year. Thanks to this pandemic to be a scapegoat. Sorry, dear virus….
Yet I still want to remember 2020 with what’s thanked for. 👍🏽
What’s not working in 2020? None! Lying! None. Lying! None…. Lying! Ok, people don’t wanna hear what puts dark goggles on my eyes when seeing whom I used to love dearly. Below calendar gives idea how intricate the situation is. 😁
Welcome, 2021. Send chocolate and/or flowers, not villain not virus.
May all beings be happy.
New year.... Again. Sigh! None planned, going with the flow— Dear North Star, guide me.
Lines, curves and dots drawn Convey meanings and stories. Quaintly logical—
I thought learning Kanji would be a mission impossible, it turned out to be a fun game. Thanks to my good teacher who has always encouraged me to practice, practice, practice. ありがとう ございます、先生。Also thanks to the supplementary books I found in Kino today!
According to the book Kanji is ideographic, not phonetic, which means that each character represents a concept or an idea rather than a sound.
There is a group of Kanji called Joyo Kanji (Kanji for daily use) that are normally learnt by Japanese during their 9 years of compulsory education. It means I’m in that teenage stage of learning and so need fun way of learning to keep motivated in a consistent concentration span.
And don’t be afraid to make mistakes! —- Ok, just don’t repeat too many ‘coz repeated mistakes are equal to planned crimes 😁
Message in the snow
Said by a warrior, sealed
By a loyal dog.
Nothing beats better. Even best can be bettered. I won’t love you best.
Crowding sunflowers Teach how followers reflect Leadership success.
Sunflower is sunflower as long as it follows the sun. Thousands of sunflowers have shown me how a good leader can move one’s followers to the desired directions gracefully without violence, cruelty, humility, and intimidation — either overt or covert ones. All is with just warm ray….
May all beings be happy.
Often time a song, a poem, a picture, a statement is interpreted differently with a wide spectrum of difference, even poles apart.
It seems to happen to a song entitled “Bahasa Kalbu” (The Language of The Heart) in the following video that to me has been always a very beautiful love story as in a Lover meeting the Beloved — a love that comes real; yet most of the comments to the song sung by Raisa uploaded in YouTube are very sad and triggering tears.
Yet I think that song is properly entitled as it can be interpreted as per what language is spoken by each heart. Not sure if that is the real interpretation of the song, or just the video clip that leads the viewers to think that way.
I like the version by the young talented gorgeous Raisa but I love much more the original version by Titi DJ though, it depicts a brightly falling in love vibe! I love to love!
May all beings be happy….
What’s talk to the hand— An attitude.... Care to self, Ignore others’ pain.
May all beings be happy….
Don’t you see the leaping alphabets in every keyboard that you touch? That’s how many times I whisper your name, Love.
Don’t you hear the click of the second at the clock that you check now and then? That’s how often your name pops up in this mind, Love.
Don’t you smell the fragrance in every bite of apple you enjoy? That’s how intense the pain of remembering you, Love.
Don’t you taste the slight sour in every cup of coffee that you brew? That’s how I put a bit of you in all my prayer, Love.
Don’t you gently rub your temples of getting tired of thinking of routine puzzles? That’s how hard I think of you with thousands of failure, Love.
I doubt that you care the senses about me….
And you choose to travel afar, leaving traces of ignorance and mockery on me….
Go ahead, Love if that makes you find victory and create a crowd in your mind like a herd of elephants meet and greet happily….
Free verse from a singing heart of a Lover to the Beloved
Honest daffodils? Or a taken-for-granted? Self, observe. Don’t judge. Bitter herbs or twigs, both work— If you’re sick or you’re a jerk.
To ponder….
One feature of honesty is a physician giving bitter herb to take when one wants to drink sweetest soda; telling one the truth about what one has gone through and what’s the consequence in taking decision #1, #2 or #3. Man of wisdom….
Another feature of honesty is a child playing with a twig in one’s hand uncontrollably being happy, dancing around people and not considering that the twig in one’s hand has swiped or scratched others’ face or hands or bodies or torn clothes; craving to be understood and watched. Student of life….
On the first and for the second are just perspective. People around us declaring themselves honest or blunt can be either the physician or the child or even both at the same time; it depends on how we respond.
Observe, and see: a physician is those who will stay when you scream of the bitterness, a child is those who are cranky and leave you when you tell one to stop playing the twig that might hurt others.
May all beings be happy.
picture borrowed from https://florgeous.com/aster-flower-meaning/
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