What she needs, my love
A jar of coloured petals
That smile to her mind--

heliconia is always a nice welcome

or an orchid that’s bright

never a bottle of wine

just a cool towel and a cup of lemongrass tea next to a carnation
graphs of my Universe
What she needs, my love
A jar of coloured petals
That smile to her mind--

heliconia is always a nice welcome

or an orchid that’s bright

never a bottle of wine

just a cool towel and a cup of lemongrass tea next to a carnation
This fire, Beloved
Lights up. It dies not; just dims
When night is warmer.

once ignited, this love won’t die — an eternal flame
I won’t stop talking until it’s time to stop talking. Sometimes I will hurt some human beings that have hurt those I love.
This time I’m so angry with some politicians, stupid idiot ones in Indonesia who ran away after making big wound in our people’s heart.
No, I won’t stop. I will keep this flame within & this time constantly without!
Sorry, I might wave the flag too strongly but that’s not to hurt, it’s to show them that we’re not afraid!
Sorry, I might tread these steps too strongly but that’s not to hurt, it’s to show them that we’re all in a coordination that might not be detected.
Dear, Indonesia. I might not be able to give you much but I won’t stop talking to give warnings to those I love so they’re protected from those that want to destroy the sovereign of the people, the justice of the governance, the love among the burning souls in our community.
It might not be easy for me, for you, for them; yet we will make it!
Let’s keep this fire to live forever,
In this piece of heaven on earth called Indonesia.
Yes! The future is beautiful & grand! And it’s close. So close, my Motherland.
☘️♥️🇮🇩
If I’m to be a somewhere,

I’d love to be a flower garden
Where butterflies walk their life cycles;

A river bank
Where dragonflies daydream on the grass tips;

A pond
Where frogs get sleepy on the water lily pads;

A forest edge
Where fireflies breathe peacefully;

A meadow
Where silence and crowd collide;

A space
Where you only live to love.
One, two, Beloved,
Numbers to start a journey
To the zero point.

With ageing I am able to feel the surge of high energy I experienced before. With broken heart I’m so thankful that I’ve got love in this heart. With thirst I appreciate how freshness of water cures me. With the stuck in the head I become more and more familiar that flowing is the only way to love. With scarcity I can grow sense of gratitude with even just a little hope in life.
It’s you. Yes, it’s you. None other but you that makes me. None other but you that puts meaning on the word me. None other but you that moves all this life within me.
How can I be feeling so detached….
If you are the one attaching in all my senses?
If you are the one behaving with this corpse?
If you are the one drawing a circle for me to circumambulate until the two dots meet?
If you are the one?
I surrender. I retreat.
To
You.
Who doesn't love it?
Sun that quickly sets with joy
To rise tomorrow.

sunset in the West Lake

sunset in the West Lake

sunset in the West Lake

sunset in the West Lake

after a long week, with the team enjoying sunset, the ladies always like to take photo ☺️ (near the West Lake)

closing the day around Hoan Kiem Lake
the music that sweetly hurt the heart
Beshara is a name for the perspective that there is only one unlimited existence, expressing itself infinitely as a gift of love.
The potential to realise this truth lies within every human heart.
The awakening and realisation of this potential is the aim of this education.
The word Beshara is originally Aramaic, its meaning can be rendered as “good news” or “omen of joy”. It indicates the very positive and valuable effect that any movement towards a more inclusive and harmonious perspective represents.
(https://beshara.org/)
In the UK , and the west in general, the 1960’s were a time of great questioning of the established order. Many people began to realise that there was more to life and another way to be than simply continuing in the ways of previous generations. For some this was youthful rebelliousness, others were directly inspired to seek a wider vision based on love and beauty. Most were young, and some were old. What emerged as Beshara was intrinsic to this cultural shift, and over time the Beshara School was established in order to promote the principle of the unity of existence and its cultural implications to all who might benefit.
Instrumental in this process was Bulent Rauf. Born in Istanbul in 1911, Bulent had received a traditional Ottoman education at home, and gone on to receive the best of Western education at Cornell and Yale in the US. His interest in ‘esoteric’ or inner education came from his family on both sides being steeped in the culture of the unity of all existence as propounded by the great mystics of the Middle East, especially Ibn Arabi and Rumi. Arriving in England in the mid 1960’s, Bulent recognised the need for ideas and insights that had been the sole preserve of a few mystics and spiritual masters to become part of an education available to all.
There were others groups meeting in London at this time, including those following Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan (of the Sufi Order in the West) as well as Christian healing groups. Large weekend gatherings were also held under the auspices of Sir George Trevelyan at Attingham Park in Shropshire. It was a time when diverse groups came together and in 1971 a centre was set up at Swyre Farm in Gloucestershire, headed initially by Reshad Feild who had met Bulent Rauf a couple years earlier and was also a representative of Pir Vilayat. A trust with a board of trustees was set up and was initially chaired by Peter Dewey, a trainee priest. The name Beshara appeared after consultations with Bulent Rauf and the trust became the Beshara Trust. Bulent recognised that knowledge would focus the expansiveness of love that would otherwise dissipate as times changed and introduced the study of Ibn ‘Arabi to complement that of Rumi and others. The curriculum of the school had begun to form.
People from all over the world, including many from the USA, gravitated to Swyre Farm and began to receive an education in the unity of existence. After a couple of years it was felt that there was a need for more concentrated study in order for the principles of unity to become firmly established. Consequently a ruined house was discovered abandoned in the Scottish Borders. This was partly renovated and the Beshara School of Intensive Esoteric Education was established at Chisholme House in the Scottish Borders in 1975. Since that time, hundreds of students have come from all over the world to spend time at Chisholme, as students or working as volunteers.
In 1976 a greater number of applicants for courses than Chisholme could accommodate meant that it was necessary to move to a larger place . Sherborne House in Gloucestershire, close to Swyre Farm and the previous home of courses run by J.G. Bennett, was ideal for this purpose. The Trust had enjoyed a close relationship with J.G. Bennett who, had given a series of talks to students at Swyre Farm from 1972 to 1974, which appeared as Intimations by Beshara Publications.
One of J.G. Bennett’s students, Diane Cilento, who is more famous for being an Academy Award nominated actress, established links with Beshara and went on to found a Beshara School in Queensland, Australia. Many Australians attended courses there, and came over to Chisholme for further studies in the 1970s and 80s.
It was during the first course at Sherborne that Grenville Collins and Bulent Rauf saw the need for an academic society to encourage wider translation and dissemination of Ibn ‘Arabi’s ideas. A notice was posted recruiting members, a committee formed and the The Muhyiddin Ibn ‘Arabi Society was born.
At the same time a further ‘second’ course was developed that would focus on conversation, self responsibility and a deeper development of spiritual ‘taste’ that is intrinsic to inner education. The first such course was held at Chisholme House in 1978, after an extensive period of renovation, and for many years two six month courses ran in parallel.
Swyre Farm was sold in 1978, due to financial pressures, and the Beshara Trust concentrated its activities in the converted stables at Sherborne for many years and later at Frilford Grange in Oxfordshire, where it operated from 1988 until 1990. This was a time when eminent scientists and educationalists came to lecture regularly, and the Beshara Magazine flourished. Following the sale of Frilford and the closure of the Beshara Magazine, due to financial pressures (again!) , the focus of the Beshara School was at The Chisholme Institute, though courses also continued to be held in Australia, the United States and Israel as well as new courses in Indonesia
After Bulent Rauf died in 1987, Peter Young took over as principal of the Beshara School at Chisholme and continued to run courses for nearly 30 years before retiring in 2015. During this time the house and grounds were renovated and further courses developed.
Today, a number of independent groups and charitable organizations set up by long-term students of the Beshara School continue to offer courses and study groups in many locations worldwide.
The Beshara Trust runs courses and talks in the UK including the annual Beshara Lecture, which was started in 2011. The Trust hosts this website and encourages all affiliate organisations that choose to come under the name Beshara – which means ‘Good News’.
Source: Beshara website

after long time pause of offline discussion, finally we all said ok to a gathering before Ramadhan this year — it was also a potluck

attendees in today’s Beshara SEA (South East Asia) discussion in South Jakarta today — not a symmetrical photo but still it is a good one to share 😊

her 1st time joining Beshara gathering — she said today’s strongest word hitting her was “trust”
thank you for willing to sit with us for hours to listen and see what is
Dwellers, Beloved
We are in this space, searching
What's known yet unknown;
Or, what's unknown in fact known
By a searcher who's been searched.

love is in the center of my searching in which I’ve been dwelling in this space with the sun, the moon and the stars
I’ve been searching myself who’s sitting patiently, radiantly knowing that I am longed for by the lover
thank you for the love that you’ve given to me through all those around me: human beings, non humane things and those unseen but sensed, and those unseen and not sensed
Walking in the forest deep, she was stopped by questions in her dancing mind.
Who am I?
I'm a living being
Walking her path.
What is the path? There seems none.
The path is becoming with her steps taken. An imaginary line drawn by hopes and fear, faith and science, clarity and mystery; two poles balancing distance and time--
Where is the path heading to?
The path is heading to where the North Star is.
Where is the North Star?
The North Star is a constant bright: that sits still to help find direction, that can be found in a clear unlit night above Mother Earth's magical belt, that loves wordless hymns.
It is lurking dark, but
You are bright
Showering my night.
Don't set.
Don't rise.
Be there
In the north
So I can always call
You
My North Star.
Polaris,
Wrap me with luck.
Amen.

Long road to travel
Seeing trees walking swiftly
River flowing, too--
Chinese New Year is coming soon. It is the most celebrated day in Singapore aside from National Day so many people will take a leave to celebbrate it with family, friends or to find getaway overseas. Many companies give extra days off to employees so they can take longer break in the year. My company is not exception. And so I take this opportunity to visit my 1st home country, Indonesia!
I will be in Jakarta for a few days to meet with some good friends and to check my little home that was now hostless since my good friend moved out after her marriage with a foreigner who brought her out. Another good friend is now monitoring my home once a week to check if stray cats need some food, plants need some trimming and sure the house itself need some fixing and security measure. Thank you, dear friends. 💕
From Jakarta I will continue to Yogyakarta, my home will be for retirement (damn…. my colleagues and friends keep teasing me “like you will retire soon, work, work, save money then retire at 60”. 😁
My original plan is taking train from Gambir Train Station to Yogyakarta Train Station. But then another good friend, a Jakartan, offered a ride. “Rike, I will drive from Jakarta to Jogja. Want a ride?”
Voila!
It’s gonna be my first land trip after years from Jakarta to Jogja; years ago when my brother was still working in Jakarta, he and his family gave me a ride from Jakarta to East Java until we all preferred train that was less tiring.
The offer “want a ride” was brilliant that the answer was yes with no second thought. It became even more brilliant that I wouldn’t have to drive (not a good driver I am)! Whoa! Excitement rose!
I trust this friend who has been in many land trip both car and bike around the archipelago both alone and in group. A super traveler indeed!
Friends in the whatsapp group cheered us up. Excitement rose higher!
See you, Jakarta! Then Yogyakarta!
Safe and safe!

can’t wait 😍 Jakarta to Yogyakarta with Mbak Adek 🙏🏼
The Master, Beloved
Shows me how beauty is made
And destroyed. That's life.

Ibu Tien is a senior batik artisan who has been my main source of my Yogyakartan classical batik collection. As a Javanese I never want to even sit at the same level with a master; I will sit at least one level lower from them at least when being in a frame. 💕 She is about 15 years older than me. Other then her Mbak Izzah, Ibu Tien’s daughter in law is another master of Yogyakartan classical batik

Mbak Izzah preparing my package; this stack was not one-time haul, many of them are those started 2 years ago — yes, one sheet of batik can be processed up to two years, mine was because some colouring process was done in another city (Solo) and some batik makers had to pause the batik process to go to rice field (taking care and harvesting rice)
Wukir Sari, Imogiri, Oct 25, 2024

Mbak Fitri is a master of “batik nitik” who becomes my main facilitator for “batik nitik” collection. She is the one introducing me to the senior batik artisans who dedicate themselves to this tradition. I sat down on the floor and made her sit at the chair although she strongly refused; my respect to this master although younger than me. 💕

Mbak Fitri’s artisans at the studio
Bangun Jiwo, Kasihan, Oct 26, 2024
Flow, Beloved
To where love brings
You.
There was a steep rock,
You fell again.
This time it might take longer
To flow calm.
Believe there won't be time dilation
And journey will be just fine.
nothing, it’s just a flowing river enjoying her journey
🤍
I will be in Jogja by end of this month, yet her vibe is already occupying me.
Jogja, I’ll be there very soon.
Can’t wait.
But I have to wait.

as long as my home is not ready for safety and comfort to stay, this is my home in Jogja – d’Omah
it is not a luxurious place to stay, it is just a cluster of Javanese traditionally original houses in a village called Tembi in Sewon district
i’ve stayed in some hotels in the city, some resorts in jungle area and think d’Omah is my most affordable home

library that might not have the books i want but it provides some worth reading for other guests

my own home won’t have the luxury of facing the rice field, d’Omah does!

another luxury: a small river in the middle of the property

i enjoy the “noise”, prayer call is one of the best noise on earth other than the voice of the people i love and my favourite music
this is actually a luxury for me, in Singapore i can only hear prayer call in Masjid Sultan
when i am not alone in Jogja, i am accompanied by my best friend Mbak Roh who always wakes up before the morning prayer call so i wake up by her noise instead of by the “noise”
💗

loro blonyo – my home will definitely have one pair 🤍

the evening in d’Omah is mostly quiet and often romantic although i feel the lighting is not sufficient for me to read books
i learnt the lesson so my home will have at least two areas with bright lighting for reading: the study and the kitchen connected to the livingroom

a home is a place where this heart beats calmly and this body moves relaxedly
💗
d’Omah address: Jl. Parangtritis Km 8.5 Tembi, Timbulharjo, Kec. Sewon, Kabupaten Bantul, Daerah Istimewa Yogyakarta 55186, Indonesia
Dear, dear Beloved.
There's a space all dearly miss.
It's a home sweet home.
I’ve tried inserting Jogja between my schedules since forever and now it is a dream-come-true.
There is a long to-do list for Jogja this time: checking if the orchids have rooted to the tamarind tree, eating gudheg, drinking ginasthel (legi, panas, kenthel = sweet, hot, thick in Javanese) tea prepared by my 90-year-old aunt, talking about my garden-to-be with my cousins, going watch Papermoon Puppet show and meeting up with batik artisans.
Yet to make it simple let me call it a not-so-short-but-not-long-at-all getaway to take care of my home project and to breathe the sweetness of village air.
Care to see my plan?
Here it is. Boring? That’s so me! 😊
Oct 25 (Friday)
Oct 26 (Saturday)
Oct 27 (Sunday)
Oct 28 (Monday)
I usually either give free class or tell stories to children in a small library in Bambanglipuro, but time doesn’t allow though. Skipped! Sorry, kids…. We love you, but I need to manage adult things this time. Next time ya….
Can’t wait to be home…. Jogja, please warmly welcome me like always.

loving the blue sky! view from the backyard-garden-to-be (June’s doc)
From Johor with love….
The lights, Beloved
Bring what dark has long hidden,
Disclose where to walk.

the structure in the picture is called The “Monument to Man” located on the hill above Chisholme House standing as an invitation to all of humanity to return to the origin of all love and to express it in the world
it is a tombstone of Bulent Rauf, a sufi master who founded the Beshara School where life is discussed and experienced through discourses and daily experience
i never thought that my inner journey would achieve its major disclosure in that remote place, far away from my home, poles apart from my culture
one friend sent this picture to the whatsapp group: the aurora borealis light on the “Monument to Man” — this brings my memory back to my stay there, a serene at the same time busy days
for 10 days i did a full day of work among the scheduled English morning & afternoon tea, breakfast, lunch and dinner — i celebrated my birthday silently, i kept it secret, and i felt so close to my own self, until now i believe all of us felt the same with what i felt and i wanted everyone to celebrate their serene days without distraction
since then i’ve committed to keep myself true to myself so i can be true to all; but what i do is just a little of it as i am not a saint, i am not either pious or religious, i am a sinner, i am a walking dirt but i want to keep my tiny spark shine within me and so it goes…. a human being in the making
💕
thank you
Thank you, Hanoi. See you again in October.

this is a common scene in Hanoi’s morning

welcoming guests

decorating the gate

sleeper’s buddy

prime time

orange hibiscus

red hibiscus

flowers don’t discount findings 😊
Lucky, Beloved-
A path cleared to be walked on
With warm heart and smile.
i received a bunch of luck today: in the same flight with a colleague (sorry, i didn’t check iCal, buddy), given a room whose number is ended with 88 which is lucky number in Vietnamese culture, finding this song again after some time
hopefully i am lucky enough with all my preps to complete the work well
luck is simply small things to be humbly acknowledged
hello, Hanoi; you’ve been kind to me, i’ll be kinder to you
Just across the strait
Lies a land bringing old hopes
Swarmed by new dreamers.

this is my 1st Batam trip since 2020, i used to travel there every quarter for biz; when biz is off, ….. — Batam, be nice to me these next 3 days

Dirgahayu ke-79 Indonesiaku❣️
Maaf tahun ini tidak bisa ikut upacara. Tepar….
Rest assured, I love you. Soar and fly high, but get rid of those pests first — don’t wait too long, they are everywhere destroying your essence
See you soon❣️

my home country, where i was born and raised by my folks, someday i will be back and celebrate life there wholeheartedly 💕
i thank God everyday that i am born as an Indonesian who easily knows the meaning of blessings and abundance at the same time easily recognizes who takes away the blessings and abundance from the people
Eden, Beloved
Exists next to the kitchen
Where she has some fun.
A tropical garden is a kind of lush garden I want to see when washing the dishes. I am looking forward to it with the help from our tropical gardener– we can find them easily in Indonesia.
But it will be done after the Japanese garden. Right now the spot is still packed with construction material and debris. There shall be deep cleaning to ensure no left over of material in the soil and fertile soil to be added.
While the Japanese garden is restricted to inner circle, this tropical garden is where all guests can take some fresh air as long as they don’t make any harm to anyone around.
Please be patient, dear self. One at a time–
💕

had to cut out the coloured part as there is some spoiled part around it

yosh! now time to complete my laundry 😍

the sketch that kept delayed
Today I am browsing around with my Blue and feeling good!
Back on track. Let’s do it all day!
Thank you for all the active senses❣️














….many more to share in silence
They are clearly glued
Sailing through tides, high and low
One sweet tomorrow--

back to 2022, 2024 photo is not published as the pose is too vulgar 😁
we 1st met in 2013 and this friendship is lasting forever
born in different countries, nurtured in different culture, educated in different discipline, moulded in the same work culture — see you again in mid Aug, ladies!
What is haunted, Love?
A heart full with prejudice,
Busy with judgement--

last May i had a biz trip to Bangkok and stayed in my preferred hotel next to Erawan Shrine – around 2 weeks ago 6 people were murdered on the 5th floor of that hotel, poisoned
my colleagues said yesterday “Rike, stay in my preferred hotel, yours is haunted now!” as if they would get bonus for bringing me in 😂
haunted is a scary word, as scary as a heart who cannot sing sweet songs
Sharp eyes take a rest
Just for a click before sleep.
Resting from details--

doing VIP again which is so close with the stage in which spectators see what the tribune folks are curious about; almost like how my job is done: meticulous, detailed, focus-based, forcing, defining violation, root cause analysis, corrective action, management system, emotionless and in some way cruel — loved by my employer, hated by those not committed 🤠
ignoring details is almost like catching eel with hand covered with coconut oil
finding chaos among harmony is almost a curse to me; now i am pulling back my expertise to find harmony among chaos — outside my job
on the way. yosh!
to my colleagues reading this in silence you know how i love this job 🤠 頑張ってね❣️

this is the closest i can be with my favourite singer whose songs were memorised by me and childhood friends like we memorised our own landline number by then
すごい❣️

Noe Clerc Trio from France — the accordion made it so much unique

other than Ring of Fire this duo is another permanent “performer”, the ones who warm the stage not less than the artists — they’re artists, too with their typical Jogjakartan jokes
see you again, syuuu!

Kuntari – amazingly incredible! i could not resist their beats that resemble Sumatran music; one nephew could not stop rocking our bench following the tempo
my God, this is my fave among those i took by myself — the hues and the moon are like magic

two of 4 founders (Pak Sigit, Mas Butet), advisors (Pak Andy, Mas Iko), the duo
🤍
I didn’t take picture of Gigi Jazz Project performing, pre-occupied with the vibe to sing along and laugh at myself due to the lyrics! 😂😍💕
a different Gigi i’ve ever experienced

this was type of source of heat for all of us — thank you, dear fire
if time allows, i’ll see you again next year, dear Bromo nature — you are amazing
Is there anyone
Before
&
After
Me
Leaving
Without permission?
None--
It is a consent that forms
Life,
A period where
You
&
I
Meet at a dot on a ring.

salam, dear shrine where heart and soul escort body to whisper all secrets

Kameyama Shrine

before cleaning – looked like birds loved to bathe and leave some feathers as token of gratitude

after cleaning – no one asked me to clean this, i just felt that i needed to give Japan a small token of gratitude and Kameyama Shrine be the one to receive it
always praying someday I can come back to that shrine. I will tell her that she did give me amazing vibe in my whole visit in Kameyama. Shrines, mosques, temples, churches and other places where human beings whisper their heart and soul out have always been a charm to me.

enso – there’s a dot where two extremes meet and form balance to ensure life flows
A playground's, my love
Where a dragonfly sits still,
A lotus bud sways--

missing Ubud, my playground
one day before purchasing a plot of land in Lod Tunduh, Ubud, I cancelled it with no logical reason; feel of Bali to me is a playground of my house and several months later decided to start a home in Yogyakarta — sometimes it takes just a strong push inside to make the right choice: no logic, no rationale
Today's dinner of a dreamer
Looks like a dream
Tastes like a dream
Smells like a dream
Sounds like a dream
But feels real
At a table for one
Of epic dinner.
—
Today’s dinner was way beyond my expectation especially the size. The taste was still as predicted as Thai food to be yet the vibe where I enjoyed my dinner was so relaxing that everything became good!
Let me show you today’s epic dinner.
In fact I surpassed the word gluttony. Please forgive me for being so greedy yet not finishing the order.
Next time better (better means eat more???) 🙃
💕

namprikapik muang kung: mackerel, deep fried eggplant, omelett cubes plus all the raw vegetable (some leaves like coriander leaves and others i know not, long bean, cucumber, small eggplant) and the shrimp paste sauce
❣️❣️❣️
fabulous💕

miang krob bai mara: deep fried bitter gourd leaves❣️❣️❣️

kaeng leang: spicy herb vegetable soup with prawns

butterfly pea leaves tea❣️❣️❣️

this… is… the pinnacle! i thought it was a warm drink as a gift — lucky i asked: it was to wash my hand 😂😂😂

and so i did

it smelled good yet my hand is coloured now 😂😂😂
It is very hot in Bangkok but I really want to sit down meditating before praying in a place where people pray. A place of praying is one of best places as in that area human beings are willingly connecting themselves with power beyond their own, God’s or whatever they call the power is.
I went to Wat Pathum Wanaram Rachaworawihan near the hotel and it really is a serene spot among this busy city.
This hot day out has turned to a serene cool within.
Thank you❣️

in bloom

ready to bloom

Wat Pathum Wanaram Rachaworawihan

wherever i go, i won’t miss — i won’t iss praying (my own way), it can be in mosque, shrine, temple, church, meditation center, hotel room, where.ever i feel my heart is showing me a space ♥️ — praying hall of Wat Pathum Wanaram Rachaworawihan

wherever i go, i won’t miss eating — lunch before temple 💕
Lucky to be in Bangkok this time with the “Da Vinci Alive Bangkok”–

I thought Mona Lisa painting was big until seeing it with my very eyes; this one is the replica displayed in “Da Vinci Alive Bangkok”

back in 2017 in Paris, I didn’t even have the energy to walk nearer — maybe next visit, Mona Lisa ❣️
Best local delight's
Bangkok's 7-Eleven's.
Fresh presentation--
—

this is what’s fabulous about Thailand, not pictured are grilled banana, etc, etc, done for dinner!!! 💋💋💋
When clock slows down its intensity,
Bring me a cup of tea
With which imagination
Grows wild silently
And another cup
With which the Twin Towers
Are swallowed by dark night.
This cup of tea
Has freed me.
—

one more won’t harm me ❣️
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