Just seen, not focused—
Life glides or slides through the days.
Grain fountain in jar—

graphs of my Universe
Just seen, not focused—
Life glides or slides through the days.
Grain fountain in jar—

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, 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, 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 under the sun,
Running, walking in circle.
Happy finisher—

my 1st 5K
fun!
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,
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
All that has been set
Is summed up with a closure:
One more: rendezvous.

the sun set today summing up today’s lessons
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 with you
Under the sun smiling shy--
We whisper out loud.

taming that’s within
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, 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, 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.
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








thank you for the company!
be always loved!
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.

Yes life is a vast ocean of options including a Saturday night.
Find the smallest fun tonight yooow!
💙

Dress and umbrella
Get wet by the dancing rain.
Water festival--

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--
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
🍀
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
What's more romantic than lips on a cup, Beloved?
Words that meet the acts--

leaving some lips on a cup is romantic
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
Fresh eggs nicely boiled
Roll on a table for two.
One faster grabber--

boiled, hard, favourite 💕

never keep eggs in the fridge anymore; fresh from the basket tastes better 🍀🐣
First breeze each morning
Caresses her face. So cool.
Ensuring good days--

it’s a result of life-long learning to easily thank you
when someone’s young (or childish), life might feel full of many testing & struggling; yet with honest & robust life management, life becomes a box with lessons learnt about how to deal with discolouration of true personality, how to put good effort to deliver messages, how to accept unexpected results with “oh not that”, how to be clearer & clearer about what life is & about what life should be wisely treated
thank you, Beloved for the life — cool & bright like morning breeze coming in when I open the window
🌻🍀💕
In the deep
I meet with a dragon.
She tells me her stories
And I'm offended.
"That's my story, not yours.
Are you teasing me?"
The dragon smiles, jerks her tail and softly slaps my cheek with it.
"It's a mirror in the deep
Telling you it's yours. And it is. Yet it's also mine."
I push my body up, breathe my lungs out in the air.
The dragon is still in the deep
Smiling with her golden heart.

today a friend of mine asked me at dinner “why do you post stories that poke me?”
“what do you mean by ‘poke me’? I’m mostly just saying.”
“saying after knowing something? or saying just saying?” she complained again, disbelieving in my statement
“I’m just saying what is pushed by something within I can’t stop. I just have to say it at lunch break or after work!” there’s no intention to tease you or anyone in the Instagram who have access to my locked account”
she didn’t say anything, she must have trusted me
sometimes the vibe is too strong splashing on me and I simply have to say something to the air because that’s the only way to tell the truth even to those not reading my postings (unfortunately some vibe truly comes to me just like that)
some soul hears each other clearly, or vaguely but accidentally correctly 😁
sorry but not sorry, dear friend….
I don’t know you are touched, I hope you learn some lessons.
💕
Long or short, my love
A weekend fulfilled with joy
Is a green meadow.

it is maybe one of clearest days in my life in which I can see what it means to be accepting
I’m never angry because of any type of rejection; I’m always upset when it’s about unclear behaviour in human being’s life
yet today with a long ride on the road to Masjid Sultan I found that there’s part of life in which a group of people use unclarity to protect themselves but claiming they are the most honest guys on earth
there is time, a cycle of it where everything starts then ends
let’s watch people cook, let’s watch people pretend….
and when my observation is correct, I’ll tell my best friends “I told you!”
happy weekend, WordPress
Holy, Beloved
The days through which I walk through
Life and her stories.

Life is poetry
Singing songs to a quiet heart
To be pretty noise.

me trying on the “Booty on mega mendung” batik
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