Category: Poetic

Sunset

Learning, Poetic
Sunset, Beloved
Whose Colours blanket this heart--
Everything adds up.

today’s sunset from my shower cubicle

魚です

Learning, love, Poetic, This Person
私は自分が生きてきた水を忘れてしまったが、呼吸を通していつもそれを愛してきた

how i forget the water in which i've lived all my life; yet how i've always loved it through this breathing

A Message I Am

Learning, Poetic
A message I am
To myself and to the world.
Returned to sender--
Now I'm reading you, my love
Dancing before a mirror.

life is a never ending reading me reading you — a journey with which a book will be published in a transit

hope this book is a best selling with a sweet welcome in an ever summer meadow

Math in Heart

Learning, love, Poetic
When's it logical
To use algebra in love?
When something's missing--
I prefer a rose bouquet
With no strict calculation.

life is sweet with roses, even when people say it’s bitter, with roses I can find what’s nice — it’s not about faking or disguising, it’s about qualifying the quantity & quantifying the quality — thankful for what’s there, accepting the gap that’s left 🍀

Diluted by You

Learning, love, Poetic, This Person
Have you heard of
Dilution?
It's when this step toward you becomes lighter & calmer
By the liquefied fear
Through any pressure that comes,
With the dream that vanishes
And hope that makes sense
Because of
You, and
You alone
Waving to me saying
"You've been missed for so long.
Waited like rain in a drought.
Whose name is whispered in silence,
Whose beauty is contained in simplicity,
Whose existence is there is yet there is not.
You're a basket of love,
I've longed for within and without."

is it the clover or the basket that matters? they dilute each other with their existence, or do they blend their beauty? whichever, it’s all simply about you making my journey more meaningful

Book of Love

Learning, love, Poetic
This book of love, Love
Its pages whisper your names.
Beauty, Majesty--

thanks for the space in life in which emptiness is truly not the empty

Between Raindrops

Learning, love, Poetic
Between raindrops, Love
I find hope and fear meet up
To climb a mountain.

feeling the gap between raindrops isn’t as easy as clapping hands 🍀

Dandelions (ranting)

Learning, Poetic

There was recent time when dandelion didn’t become my reminder buttons. There was a factor called “doubt” when dandelion was taken by someone whose intention seemed mixed between game & genuineness. So dandelion was waiting in the closet before finally it is now coming out as my favorite grass flower again.

The game was over by the accidental disclosure of merely mocking around. I’m lucky to pay attention on timeline. Who is at one time, what is happening, what is connected to another setting, which is suggesting chronological events that can be a nice logical flow & structure.

Timeline is very important. It doesn’t only show me when something happens but it can also show me how something can happen. Just like dandelion that will start from bud then push the yellow petals then fall then develop seed head then grow puffball then fly….. Flying to where dreams find their home–

How beautiful the cycle is!

Lucky the other favourite thing of mine is not taken: clover! And I hope there won’t be anymore unnecessary drama that makes life too noisy even when alone. My life is getting back to a fun humble whistle again– it is enough to be just me.

3 or 4, it doesn’t matter – it’s clover

life is just like that, said dandelion

🍀❣️💕

Love is Me

Learning, love, Poetic, This Person
A young girl, I thought love is coming to me
Then I found that they are flying off of me. Emitting-- 
From my sweater,
My hair,
My skin,
My flesh,
My bone,
My heart,
My soul.
I'm breathing it.
Living it:
I'll never run out of
Love.

💕

Thank You, All Doors

Learning, Poetic
Thank you, all doors
That open or not
For showing me many ways
Whether or not to take
Are for whom
You declare the choice.

thank you, wise words for touching my age with laughter, smile, grin & tears

☺️

Passage of Time

Learning, life, love, Poetic
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

Flower Arrangement

Learning, Poetic
Flower arrangement
Scrutinized by pairs of eyes--
Layers of beauty.

any flower will do for me but no plastic flowers, please

Egg

Learning, life, Poetic
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 🍀🐣

Walking A Route

Learning, Map It!, Poetic
A short route to walk
When the sun's down, the moon's up.
The dark that protects--

my normal weekly brisk walk route keeps rewilding 👍🏽

crescent moon that doesn’t look crescent 😆

white spider lily along the way

it’s erected completely, across the reservoir

First Breeze

Learning, life, Poetic
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

🌻🍀💕

You Go, You May

Learning, Poetic
If they walk away,
Just walk away.
It means no means today.
As love is here
No matter what,
Footsteps won't give no way.
I'm content.
I'm happy.
After the last drip of what's in store is gray,
Whether it's coffee
Or Japan's May.

why doubtful?

leaving what’s not wanted in a mug after the coffee drip is done is what it should be ☺️

why looking back, dear coffee drinker

the air is welcoming you

go like a galloping horse

go like a slithering snake

go like the last drop of coffee in a mug

you’ve met the way

with or without your coffee machine, my heart is blooming everyday 🥰

🌻

Wind That Blows

Learning, Poetic
Beloved, listen
To the wind that blows. It strokes
Hair spreading fragrance.

life gives me so much, one of them is my hair that bears some fragrance then spreads it while waving by the wind

💕

Coloured

Learning, Poetic
Here is a canvas
To draw fruit, bread and chicken
In vibrant colours.

As I’m fond of cooking my own food when not in business trip, I invest in some good cookware and some of them are Le Creuset, a reknown name of colorful, porcelain-enamelled cast iron cookware, particularly its iconic Dutch ovens. It’s known for superior heat retention, durability, and handcrafted quality, though they also make stoneware, stainless steel, and other kitchen items.

My collection consists of many random colours: red, pink, white, blue, purple, orange, etc. this time I want sets of same colours: green and yellow!

Cooking becomes full of colours not only from the ingredients but also from the cookware, making cooking fun and vibrant like painting in a kitchen kabinets. 😁

I’m just thinking of how to bring them to Korine Jati in Indonesia to ensure all items are intact upon arrival. Can’t wait, can’t wait!

this is the immediate colour to get for Korine Jati

yellow, too!

Artisan Bakes

Learning, Poetic
The dough is rested,
Then one last rest before baked.
Beauteous fragrance served--

done in less than 10 minutes, chocolate is always a favourite

the other is croissant

never miss this tiny bakery when browsing around Sultan Mosque

Wardah Books is right in front of konditori

a cozy corner on the 2nd floor of Wardah Books occupying a small shop lot of more than 100 years of age

Ratianah Kebaya, a spot to chat about shared culture

Sultan Mosque, it’s either the 1st or last drop when browsing around that area

This is where I sit quietly doing nothing, just thinking about thinking & what I’ve been doing right or wrong based on the limit I understand

See you again next week.

Moss

Learning, Poetic
Moss, dear Beloved
Spreads on the soil to the wall
Where air is dampened.

my colleagues and I talked about our favourite plant: moss

I’ve seen moss as fascinated tiny growth since I was very young. I loved scraping moss on the stone, walls, trees and other possible surfaces to later observe the minuscule size of the leaves

other than the structure itself, its colour is fascinating; the dark green when it’s fresh, the light green when it looses moisture, the brown when it’s dried out

one of the gardens in my Korine Jati will be covered with moss, it’s gonna be the small garden in front of my bedroom — a humble small patch that freshens my days, a place for me where a spot is prepared to meditate and pray, a place where thought is thinking about itself, a corner where secret is whispered before silenced

dear, moss

be my best friend who is keeping my deepest hope, love, luck & faith to the

Beloved

Long or Short

Learning, life, Poetic
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

Mega Mendung (batik)

Learning, Poetic, Those People
Mega Mendung,
Life is loaded with quizzes
Yet it's also beautifully adorned with gifts and bliss
Only if
You are willing to walk around
The circle
And see.
Meet me at the curve where
Life twists
Your plot.
Only if
You believe.

these batik sheets were sent to me when I was on holiday in Yogyakarta – batik Mega Mendung

Mega Mendung is a batik pattern originated from a town named Cirebon.

…. speechless to tell more as it reminds me of how life twists the plot and make words vanish one by one to the air. Only beauty in silence….

I’ll talk about batik mega mendung more thoroughly next round when my mega mendung dress is done.

this is pretty, for next round 😘

Fun To Watch

Learning, love, Poetic, Those People
It's fun to watch
Someone who misunderstands
And walks to nowhere to be found.
Congrats!
You think it's my lust,
But it's a trust
That loving
You, just
You, not you
Is just.

panas, panas, panas….!

🥰