Plunge!

Hello, cool water!
Long time no see. Time to play
I’ll plunge, you’ll catch me.

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Vast water is my phobia. When “too many mind”, I would imagine big snake or big shark swimming in the pool and cause me stop swimming. People might think I swim for 1.5 to 2 hours but actually only 20 to 30 minutes; the rest would be walking hopping dancing in the water and sitting near the pool. Stupid things are medicine. 😁

Water heals: giving freshness to the body, washing away stiffness and tense, training the mind to be realistic 💝

“Maybe swimming in the morning so that you won’t imagine shark and snake?” said my friends. “No, water doesn’t go well with sun ray; they would burn the skin darker and darker,” said I. 😜

Life is often misunderstood by those with phobia. The only thing is to see things as they are. Some dangers won’t be actually present; they are only an exaggeration by the mind. Shark and snake exist out there where divers are risking their life for fun. Amateur swimmer will only meet dry leaves and sudden heavy rain. Live simply and sweetly like swimming calmly and gracefully….

Hey, hey! Sometimes I think how many people have peed in this pool. 🤮

May all beings be happy.

kick the bad thought and go back to water, lady! 👎🏼🏊🏼‍♀️

Protect Your Heel, Achilles

Who waits in the horse?
Force? Virus? Its agenda:
Hidden, dangerous

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A hero knows in which war he is finally going to end his battle, whether with a victory making him a king or death making him a history. No matter what is waiting at the end of the war, he shall fight like a tiger.

Hey, hey! No warrior is 100% invulnerable. Achilles should have worn safety shoes. 😁

Happy weekend!

The Procession of the Trojan Horse into Troy by Giovanni Domenico Tiepolo (http://nationalgallery.org.uk)

Universe Consists Of Orbits

Orbit, Beloved
A line when I am aligned
With you. Only you—

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You are the center of my orbit. Either I am a planet or a comet, I’m circumambulating around you.

Missing you much, I whisper “Gravity, Gravity, Gravity….

Ballads of You In Me

I love myself who
Loves you with unsent flowers
And restricted time.

What about you, Love?
Have you fallen in love, too
With me? Or never?

You love yourself who
Loves me loving you. We’ll meet
When the dream is done.

When will it be, Love?
You hold the ropes of all joints,
Awaken by you.

I wish to wake up
Before sunrise when we are
Still madly in love.

I wish you are there
Holding my hand, flying me
To next dreams with love.

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Too much love will kill? It depends on how love is defined.

Why killing if it is the reason why I wake up in the morning,

…. If it is the cause that drives me to wish happiness,

…. If it is a detail that makes a picture clear,

…. If it is the air running through respiratory system,

…. If it is the blood flowing through capillary system,

…. If it is the history through which one reality lives and dies then lives then dies then lives again and again and again to meet you?

I am afraid you are not awake when I am, or you are awake when I doze off.

Can we meet in each other’s dream at least?

Salaam….

dream catcher

Being Green

Green is forever
On the belt of this round earth.
How would I leave it?

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It is green that makes things fresh and refreshing. When I was young, I thought being young was too long a time and I wanted to grow older soon so that I could wear my eldest sister’s beautiful skirts and dresses. Now I’m old, I feel that there was so much I should have done that I’ve missed. If given the chance to get back to that period, I would be this me but with a little more shade of patience and enjoyed everything with no fear. Alas! I thank God though that I don’t have to get back to that period as there were incidents I never want to re-experience at any cost.

Being green being young, I’ll keep it in heart and soul. Let my body weaken, but my inner stays fresh without boredom to spread the vibes like the khatulistiwa which stays green as long as human beings want to breathe fresh air.

May all beings be happy. 💝

corn soup – green lunch, dinner, between lunch and dinner on it one whole day 😜
“bubur sumsum pandan ijo” – green brunch, lunch, dinner, snack on it one whole day 🙃

Trust

Cool breeze sweeps dry leaves,
Branches stretch to where Wind blows.
Where do you go, Wind?

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How can I ignore my own silence? How can I listen to the noise more? It is tiring to leave my own self behind, I’m doing it though. I haven’t trusted my self. 🙃

This mind acts like dry leaves, scrambling frantically just because of cool breeze. Sometimes it moves lazily in panic pulled by strong wind, changing directions every now and then. Lightly and heavily moving because of doubt and fear of failure—

Trust is what can help. Trust that there is a net catching me when I free fall. Trust that there is light at the end of the tunnel although I haven’t seen it yet. Trust that I’m in process, not lost.

Trust is a light word, weighing as heavy as an unmovable mountain.

May all beings be happy. 💝

Full

Breathing, Beloved,
Circulating to balance—
Inhale the laughter,
Exhale the wisdom. Or else,
Wise in, laugh out. Life is full.

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This weekend is laundry session accompanied by a marathon of Indonesian comedy films closed with a documentary, Semesta from Tanakhir Film.

She won’t survive without laughing and will rot faster without contemplating; or the other way around.

How would she not be grateful with both accessible?

Welcome, a new week.

Empty

Empty jar with air,
Looks empty? I breathe the air,
Beloved. Empty?

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Empty isn’t always as it is, depending on which eyes one is using to scrutinise the reality. Reality? Debatable indeed. What is seen isn’t fact yet; it is still a perspective.

So, don’t worry too much about how they perceive others. It’s not a fact, it’s a bunch of perspectives that can change based on where they stand.

Being empty is often needed. Imagine getting constipated for one week. The only thing to dream of will be emptying stomach.

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empty jar, tightly closed, vacuum chamber

Picture from Amazon

Reflections

The eyes, Beloved,
Bury what was once alive,
Mark eternity.

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Maybe it’s your eyes when I look in to them. And mine when I look through the heart.

Welcome the weekend.

Limited Edition For Unlimited Time

Only, Beloved,
Unnecessary limit.
Roam. Do celebrate.

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Weekend always opens my eyes to see that life isn’t only about balancing or fulfilling. Life is sometimes about emptying what’s full and making regular things odd, because celebrating is about putting one more milestone where a journey restarts.

September, thank you for giving me many signs which I can and cannot read. The unread is queueing to be deciphered. Wish you give me the answers so I can have more celebrations in life.

May all beings be happy…. 💝

my dream is to cook my own biryani soon, now eating it from the store is a dream-come-true – I didn’t see the need of unpacking it. Hajaaaar! 😄🥰

Bambang Ekalaya, An Unpopular Genius Who Is Underrated (Part 1)

Beauty, Beloved
Hidden, might never be found—
Still it is beauty.

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This prince is one of my favourite wayang (literally means shadow, leather puppet show that are watched from behind the geber/screen as shadow). He is one of the bravest, most studious, dignified character in pewayangan (Javanese puppet stories that are mostly centralised on Mahabharata, Ramayana and their modifications). He is unpopular (in wayang stories, Pandhawa and Kurawa are those who are popular), humble and empan papan (knowing one’s proper position in some given situation— Javanese wisdom)

Ekalaya or Bambang Ekalaya or Palgunadi was a prince (king later) in a small kingdom called Paranggelung (Nishada) under Hastinapura commonwealth. He ruled his kingdom wisely. His life was contented and happy, yet there was one ambition he hadn’t fulfilled yet. He wanted to be one of the best archer in his era.

Ekalaya or Bambang Ekalaya or Palgunadi

While he had the talent and ambition, his status as unpopular prince of a small kingdom hampered him from getting the opportunity to enrol in the most prestigious archery school under management of Pandhita Durna. Pandhita Durna was the highest professor educating Pandhawa and Kurawa children who were the heirs of the most prominent kingdom of the era. He was the patent holder of Danudewa, the highest archery skill in the era.

Bambang Ekalaya who was naturally talented himself had achieved high level of skill, that allegedly could beat the skill of the most skilful and most favourite student of Pandhita Durna, Arjuna or also called Palguna.

Bambang Ekalaya was also known as one human being who wore a divine ring called Mustika Ampal that could amplify his power. This ring was a gift given to Ekalaya’s father who prayed to the Highest Divine wishing that his child could be blessed as a wise king. Pandhita Durna didn’t know that this unpopular prince had this rare powerful gift and thought that only Arjuna was the most talented knight.

Although he was rejected, Bambang Ekalaya didn’t stop training himself for the perfection of archery skill. He made a statue of Pandhita Durna and everyday he religiously gave respect to “him” and rigorously exercised in front of the statue as if Pandhita Durna really had been witnessing his activities.

Bambang Ekalaya was married to a princess who loved him devotedly. Her name was Anggraeni or Dewi Anggraeni.

Anggraeni or Dewi Anggraeni

Anggraeni loved Bambang Ekalaya devotedly. The princess was a humble, courageous woman who would not easily give up to challenge of integrity.

to be continued

Harvest

If I can meet you,
I won’t stop calling your names.
Harvesting blessings—

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The orchids are bringing me some time to sit at home, admiring the beauty of nature gifts in pots.

Sometimes I don’t know what to do except accepting what is because beauty is just like that. Just like what?

Just like calling your names 💝

Salaam…

this lasts for about 3 months
these duets are the most frequent show-off
she’s been around 1.5 months and still shiny

this white, favourite colour of mine

Kitchen, Dining Area (ranting)

Where is the kitchen, Dear?
Done; now dining area—
Let’s dine together.

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Some discussion is naturally heating and escalating. And a recent one with some friends was one of them.

Started with questions of why do those people do this and that in the name of religions? What do you think about what happen in those countries?

“Perhaps none of the things in a religion is wrong. It is the interpretation of the script, interpretation is product of thinking that can be wrong or inappropriate. Many religious people rigidly think that only their interpretation is the truth. Only they can go to heaven. They behave as if they are the committee of heaven who decide who can enter the gate. They claim this and that. They don’t give space to others to present different opinions. For example the dark face of Islam nowadays is because of the image given based on how the Holy Quran is interpreted and presented by popular groups (minor percentage unfortunately) and it might not be the real teaching.

That religious interpretation has not built in vacuum chamber. It’s been loaded with political interests and competitions among scholars who have had different thinkings and interests based on whatever their strongest points at a certain time. Things have not been purely and objectively dedicated to the welfare and safety of ummah (people). It’s been always power and money.”

To me religion is a kitchen where a host optimises cooking skills and high standards of all ingredients and processes; attitude is a dining area where the host serves the best food to the guests with kindness and respect. I harvested this wisdom from a Javanese elder years ago and since then stopped religion discussion with those who only want to create tension or force belief to me.

Acceptance that truth is layered (personal, shared/agree, absolute) and should be respected is now my standpoint. Institutional religion is not my interest anymore. All religions are unbroken chains of stages of human beings’ ethical values development on earth.

Personal truth is what one believes with all the concoction of what one holds based on one’s understanding and experiences. In this layer religions can be very private and unique, based on how one has been raised since one was fetus up to now. My truth might not be yours and the vice versa.

Shared/agreed truth is agreements about things. This agreement becomes what are believed and strived by a group of individuals be it friendship, society, organization, sect, country, etc. In this layer religions might be used (even abused) to be commodity to drive policy and power; or institution to build boundary and authority.

Absolute truth is the core truth, no bias no spectrum, the vacuum chamber. In this layer religion might be nothing but a concept misunderstood, misinterpreted, mistreated, misused by many human beings. This absoluteness never belongs to any creatures on earth even Prophets, Messengers or Saints. It is the privilege of The One who might have been misunderstood by every single believer or thinker or whoever on earth. The One will only give signs and symbols in order for human beings to clarify and verify the truth. The One gives all tangible and intangible senses as tools to decipher the signs and symbols; however, The One lets the creatures decide how the senses are used— whether the tools are well kept and calibrated to work well, it is up to them.

I don’t worry about how I practice religion. What those people think about a religion might be not right at all; of course I might be wrong either.

The Prophet said “I was sent to uphold and complement ethical values.”

How could a group of people claim they do the right interpretation of the religion by doing unethical things? Discrimination, harassment, abuse, killing, stealing (corruption included), cheating (manipulation included), etc…. Is this the right thing as what the Prophet did teach about ethical values?

I guessed not. Now I don’t believe so and I don’t think so. Sadly many read text without context— jokingly intelligent.

Some days are tough when questions about religion bother.

I’m sorry, dear friends. I can’t always agree with you.

May all beings be happy.

would love to have this kind of kitchen some day 😍

Chicken And Egg

If you love yourself,
Fry some eggs, sit on the porch,
Think of fried chicken.

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When eating egg, why thinking about chicken? This mind is a monkey— nimble and energetic when awake. It only sleeps, when the holder is dead. I’m still alive so let the mind move freely, with a fence right on an edge of a cliff.

Happy weekend!

🐥🐣

yum yum!
beautiful tamagoyaki my version 🙊🙉🙈
isn’t it too big?
3 to 4

Green Can Be Not A Colour At All

Some green book wasn’t green;
As black as history; fun
As unique friendship.

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A good watch for the weekend 🎉

How a trip makes a friendship.

How seat position makes different points of view.

How sweet words move a heart.

How a movie draws smiles.

How would you think?

Be Hungry, Don’t Starve

Hunger, Beloved,
A good friend. Not starving though—
The latter’s killing.

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Hungry is needing and nurturing; starving is craving and suffering. Knowing what is needed becomes significant; be just hungry, not extremely hungry that causes craving for more than the capacity.

…. In another case, love. Don’t demand. Universe know what you deserve. 💝

I’m a happy birthday-clown; ready to kiss the world and kick the other side of it. 👻

Welcome one new cycle. Give me good surprises, the bad are all expired!

Salam….

today’s early dinner, also this year’s celebration – many happy return! was it hunger or starvation? 😛

Beauty

Beauty, Beloved,
Prescribed by culture; differed
Through one’s perspective—

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When I was young, I faced difficulty in describing beauty. It was always society’s perspective taken. A question of “why beauty is so rigid” remained preserved.

Getting more mature, I got more freedom to describe what beauty was and found there was wider spectrum of what beauty was.

Now beauty is in everything everywhere as the eyes are not only seeing things through what’s culturally ascribed or prescribed. They have achieved a point that what are unlimitedly created can be freely appreciated. And, so is beauty—

We are created by The Beautiful who loves beauty. Why would not see all through the eyes of the creator?

May all beings be happy.

not perfectly beautiful coz it would dig my wallet too deeply if I wanted more; this is perfectly matched my beautiful day though and that’s perfect! 💝

Live Forever

Glory, Beloved,
Living doubts by loving hopes.
Time is my beacon.

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Reading the holy book, I found time is used to testify for many different things in different verses. Night, morning, dawn, dusk, time, moments, etc are used repeatedly in a lot of diction. It shows how important and powerful time is.

By the ˹passage of˺ time! Surely humanity is in ˹grave˺ loss, except for those who have believed and done righteous deeds and advised each other to truth and advised each other to patience. (Al-‘Ashr/The Declining Time)

Time is that precious that it is scripted as proverb in some culture. Time is money in a culture that indicates people will lose money if they don’t manage the time well. Time is sword in another one that indicates only when sharpened, it will effectively work in a battle. In other cultures time is integrated in the life schedule related to seasons and celebrations.

What is time to this person? Not money, not sword. Time is a sign telling to start, to stop, to pause, to continue, to turn, to go straight or to take U-turn. Time is a when falling on to a nice where to create a moment of truth.

As long as the beacon beams its light, I’ll continue the journey.

Even if forever? Yes, even if forever as I know forever is a count down.