Travel in silence
Where the breeze brings messages
About this sweet home.
Category: life
Misunderstood (Bon Jovi)
Sometimes they just don’t know; you are misunderstood. Oftentimes.
They can only see your clothing, without seeing the scars and smooth skin covered. Who knows? Only you and those witnessing incidents and occasions of yours directly. And that’s why it is ok to be misunderstood.
Keep your love only for your knowledge and the beloved.
Keep your life only for those whose eyes can see their own scars without doubting their own smoothness and see their smoothness without denying their scars. Those ones, even when they don’t know your intention, won’t judge you even in silence. They will only say “Ah! We’ve been through the same tides!” Or, if not yet, they would say “Oh! I should be ready to face what she has.”
Remember that your words are what will be read and heard, your deepest meanings belong to you, and you only.
There is a point in which they will leave you. And that’s when they can’t see you and so they feel insecure about themselves.
It’s fun to live like Mother Earth. The dwellers make stories on her. The farmers take care of her. The scientists study her. The traders transact whatever in her. The owner….
Keep walking.
Even you are misunderstood.
Just don’t lose the hope to LOVE,
Whatever they define you through what’s you convey.
Bon Jovi’s song entitled “Misunderstood”,will make them misunderstand you even more because of the video clip; because of the lyrics; because they are not able to deploy the deepest meaningof what’s conveyed, because they are not truly conveyed, because they are just dwelling. They won’t be able to see you through; they can only guess in laughter, and they are almost always wrong.
Dark (Series)
Tangled threat, dear love
More hands tangle it much more—
Is it about time?
everyone thinks time can help — is that so?
if you are given the ability to time-travel, what would you do? to your past? to your future? to your present?
if you were not to be part of life, would you be ok? even when without you, everyone would be ok
Senses
Senses, Beloved
Stay to contain what has come.
There is sludge to waste.
Sunset
Sunset, Beloved
Slides with this plane to the edge
Or to the center
Of a line with marching dots
With unknown end. She’s blessed.
I normally close the window lid yet today I’d love to enjoy this beautiful sunset. 💕
A Lab That Recognises Other Labs (ranting)
A lab, Beloved
Is it closed on a Sunday?
I'd like to meet you.
This life to me is a laboratory in which I do my jobs to become. Every day is a new expression, experiment, finding, disclosure, on and on. My senses are the doors with which all the consumables, samples and specimens that sometimes line up nicely on the racks of my labs, or sometimes just fall down on the floors as a bulk, or sometimes disappear before even being touched or registered.
How do I feel in a lab?
That’s not the right question. It should be how do I feel as a lab?
It’s so fun to catch everything flying like dusts through my senses: messy messages, unfiltered algorithms, layered truths, disguised symbols, weak signals, etc…. They started approaching me as disturbances in my early tenure in the lab, until finally I realized that I’ve been a lab prepared & grown with high technology named “human being”—that was when they started becoming the witnessed, the witness, the evidences and the proofs that days in life are chains of processes whose miracles are blinking as information, data, insight and wisdom on and on and on. I thought information to data to insight to wisdom was a rigid line; then again this lab strangled me with reality that with my simple observation and questioning, even a wisdom could have beeen an info or data.
The way I’ve made hypothesis has educated me with “smart guess” when direct answers are on the way. The predictions loyally accompany me on the way of experimentation in which by times I have to let go a lot of variables after trial and error with which I keep everything else exactly the same; letting go off variable is truly big leaps in my lab—teaching me that nothing can live forever even when I stay loyal to it.
If I have a database built in, probably the data in my lab can connect to the akashic records in which everyone else’s akashic ribbons intertwined or at least touch lightly with each other. That explains why sometimes our analysis is similar or even exactly the same even when we don’t know each other—my lab database recognizes other human being’s lab database obviously.
Life is never about conclusion although in the lab I have made a lot of conclusions and put them in the database; yet I am sincerely waiting anytime to re-open the conclusion when the coming specimen tells me to do so. My conclusion will be forced to peel another layer of the onion.
My friendship is precious because my friends & the way we relate with one another have been the power of check and balance to my arrogant if not intelligent conclusions. Peer review among human beings (through direct or indirect interactions) is inevitable.
Alamak! I believe I’m a living witness that the lab is not only me; everyone is. Hello, fellow scientists!
How amazing life is!
Dear, Beloved. It is blessed to be alive. Someday when this blessing is taken back, please make it a gift to those finding it.
Thank you.
Dear, Love….
(continually updated for clarity and accuracy, fyi I rarely review my draft before uploading) 🍀
Just Seen, Not Focused
Just seen, not focused—
Life glides or slides through the days.
Grain fountain in jar—
Hello, You
Hello, you! Dear love
Who knocks on many wrong doors.
You is a true door.
sometimes I’m amazed to see my playlists – so old…. yet they’re the doors to this old soul
🤩
Magnified
Magnified, my love
The fine lines around your eyes--
How time flies so fast!
I’m still reading Japanese books with furigana and so I need magnifying glass to do it. Yet holding magnifying glass when reading books is not fancy 😁
So I decided to change my reading spectacles +2 to +3….
and look at the medicated oil (the minyak cap Kapak) that I’ll breath in to ensure the air is fresher and the eyes are wider 🤩
Old, almost….. And I love experiencing it as breathing makes me human being.
Exams
Exams, Beloved,
Visit life before lessons
That come as a gift.
2nd stop today
today was about medical exams & chats with physicians
alhamdulillah, all is well
🍀
Fun
Fun under the sun,
Running, walking in circle.
Happy finisher—
my 1st 5K
fun!
Kawung Kopi (batik)
Another sheet came,
Calling sight to decipher
The codes well written—
a spread of Kawung Kopi handmade batik
Kopi is coffee. Obviously this kawung batik is designed and hand drawn based on the image of coffee beans lining across a sheet, showing geometrical patterns.
The colour of sogan (earthy hues of batik) makes this pattern look magnificent and enigmatic— calling you to give meanings as how the pattern calls the vibes in you.
two sheets of Kawung Kopi handmade batik
Matur nuwun, Mbak Izzah
Banana Flower
Banana flower,
Delicacy with story—
Once living fully
tada!
well mixed
lemongrass, galangal, Javanese bay leaves, shallot, garlic
removed…. one by one? yes, one by one, slowly with all my heart
removing the pistil that won’t be soft even after cooked
banana flower
Set
All that has been set
Is summed up with a closure:
One more: rendezvous.
the sun set today summing up today’s lessons
Among
Among all the mess on a table
Sits silently a vase of
Five red roses
Talking to foliage
And nodding flowers,
Singing a prayer
For me
Reading the colours of the day.
messy table is a pretty background for a weekend bouquet
Conversing
Conversing with you
Under the sun smiling shy--
We whisper out loud.
taming that’s within
Green
I'm green, Beloved
Standing as young as a tree
After a shower.
being green is freshly thinking based on what’s my breathing brought me: peace & acceptance
Red Round
Red round, Beloved
A dot where signal will blink
At a looking eye--
I bought a keychain of Daruma without one eye, wishing to draw the missing one soon when my wish comes true….
❤️
Bowing
Bowing, Beloved
I to all telling me off
That I am lower.
I’m bowing to all, I’m in a lowest position to respect the whole universe–
Thank you.
Brightened
Dear Life....
Even if you're as gloomy as dull days,
I'll brighten you up.
There is so much colour saved for
You.
let’s start with yellow
then more…..
yet I truly know my colours don’t always make others’ day so I decided to be as bright as I can be & won’t let others’ colour bother me
Signs Everywhere
Signs are everywhere
Telling me what river says.
Hi Numbers, thank you.
26 is like poets telling me to keep writing poems outside work.
36 is telling me to be just human being.
79 is telling me to make decision strongly when needed.
can you see the bird? 💕 what sign is that?
Leftover of Cherry Blossoms in Tokyo
thank you for the company!
be always loved!
Beauty Admired
How beautiful he is
Like a butterfly
Flying on a daisy
To another so lightly.
A daisy she is
Just one of the visited
Then forgotten
Like her own petals
Falling one by one.
Age, Beloved
Counts.
Ocean of Options
Yes life is a vast ocean of options including a Saturday night.
Find the smallest fun tonight yooow!
💙
Rain
Dress and umbrella
Get wet by the dancing rain.
Water festival--
It’s All Around You
It's all around you
The music that falls in love
With that that plays it.
let’s dance until all notes fall off
Not Against The Odd
Not against the odd--
Beloved, you hear my songs
From a deepest cave.
for some people it’s odd to stay in a cave; to me it’s the most suitable option in this era — being low key, known by very few people; maintaining & upgrading physical, mental, spiritual stability
a quiet life is a blessing, second to none
longing for love and the brightest light to keep this journey steady only to the truest true
🍀
The Cave
Where is the quiet cave
Where I can read books, sleeping?
It's where trust is lost.
if I’m to live in a cave, l’d like to be in a cave with a library & a kitchenette
Lips on A Cup
What's more romantic than lips on a cup, Beloved?
Words that meet the acts--
leaving some lips on a cup is romantic
Passage of Time
Time has passages
Walked by hearts with decisions.
Sloping and climbing--
Love welcomes what's been waited
Without payment and complaints.
The meadow grows green.
time gives me space to grow without asking me to pay how much ever I’ve learnt in the journey & without complaints how long I’ve had to reach a point of understanding
time allows me to grow from nothing to fly up above any layers of skies where nothing is empty or empty is nothing
time itself is so kind & patient, so much I’ve owed to time so the only thing I can do is keeping repaying to it by treating it gently & truly
dear, Time…
…. wherever you are,
thank you
🍀
have a good weekend, WordPress
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