graphs of my Universe
It takes good backgrounds
For stories to come alive.
Time, place or coloursâ
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this is the finally-decided colour for the background; just the background after many months, making sure this gift is loved by the birthday lady â thanks for your patience and understanding, Mbak âšïļð
Not only fruits,
It might be flowers, seeds and seedlings.
It might be leaves, woods or saps.
It might be barks, husks or roots.
It might be more.
Whatever beneficialâ
What is this tree harvested for?
Noneâ
No. Either
One:
Good deed or good time.
Harvest from life, Beloved.
Remember to sow before the next reap.
Her heart and soul is her best seeds,
And she is the farmer and the crop.
biggest lessons taken from this â not so much relatable yet good lessons indeed
a bit of hilariously heroic – good to build good mood ð
enigmatic and dark
No billowing smoke
Of incense sheâs whispering
Melodies that free.
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i prayed that all that i love are happy and healthy wherever they are ððž
i prayed that their soul is reborn free and dedicated to humanity wherever they both are ððž
Standing in front of you,
I see love.
It is clearly reflectedâ
A face of mine smiling at itself.
When you look at this mirror,
What do you see?
I wish you know
You are love reflected by a clear mirror.
I wish you see
This water clearly reflects you,
A love that exudes fragrance.
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a pond behind Himeji Castle ðŊ i could breathe drizzles and pine freshness while seeing a school of fish swimming in clear water reflecting acceptance
Thereâs always a room
For a smile to fully bloom.
Itâs called day and night.
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Thanks for being part of this journey. Without you I wonât be a full version of a human being. ð
hope you are healthy and happy with your loved ones ð
todayâs Ramadhan breakfast (ifthar) â cooked by myself for myself with love âĢïļ
If homeâs made of dreams,
Itâs green, warm and musical;
Or nothing at all.
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exhausted like heaven! the toilets and cleanliness imprison me, the railway system bids me a farewell â not a perfect home of mine ð Singapore and Indonesia is the best home of mine ð
home is where new dreams are ready to come true ð
dandelions ready to fly ð
My heart is leaping.
It opens its windows, breathes the joy.
It celebrates parties,
As invited by beauty that pops out out of life.
It claps hands.
It taps feet.
It dances love songs.
It sings âOde to Joyâ.
My heart is leaping.
It turns my sadness
To joyous moments,
Leaving tiny gap to
Contemplation and regret.
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do you see that breathing the pink fragrance ð
camellia ~ symmetrical layers
sakura near castle boulders
pink sakura ~ hanging blessings
sakura tree ~ almost end of cherry blossoms
The longing has gone
Too far left by trueness.
No plate is prepared,
No wish is grown,
No intelligence is to decipher message
As heart is numb by laughter
And ridicule.
No number symbolises,
No alphabet pronounces,
All are faded away.
Thereâs only mine on its way.
Dandelion,
Bring it fly
To where it roots beauty,
Peace and eternity.
Only love remains
For the journey
That appreciates
Not a point
That fades away.
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iâve met dandelions in many different spots; all of them are blooming new dreams, totally new, leaving the blur ones â prayer heard and soon coming true ð
All are grown blessing,
Making days more radiant
Without prejudice.
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Flowers donât envy others just because of colours, shapes, fragrance and/or sizes. They just bloom without prejudice blessing whoever seeing, smelling, touching, feeling, listening to the description.
Be blessed by flowers even those of grasses.
Salaam.
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gerbera, ranunculus and the gang ð
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Pink joy greets in breeze
Showering earth with blessings
Of cherry petals.
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a surprise at the gate! ðĨ°
trust me it made my day! ð
showered earth ð
neighbourâs sakura ð
thanks for the blessings!
thanks for the blessings!
thanks for the blessings!
thanks for the blessings!
thanks for the blessings!
Their eyes see pig pink.
She sees cherry blossom pink.
Pink can be anything, anywhere.
Not anyone though sees beauty in pink.
My heart is red
Yet it feels ever pink.
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cherry blossoms along JR Kobe Line ð â almost ten times visiting Japan and this is my very first experience of cherry blossoms
All is best
Like all is well
In someoneâs hands
At give time.
Donât waste any second.
If you have slight time,
Smile like seeing heaven.
It is best
Always.
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my best smile this sleepy morning ðĨ°
other than the precision manufacturing, this is one of best products of Japan! never disappointed with one ð
Blossom, welcome her
Among tasks and assignments
So she smiles and blooms.
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The way we thank for the work we do is by doing our very best for the work we do. There is no other way. Give our better best everyday for the work has given us their best.
Salaam.
cherry blossoms!
more cherry blossoms!
If she says
Love is the only gift,
It is still inaudible
As the doors are all closed
And that room is air-tight.
Unheardâ
Even if she screams,
What flies back
Is smooth and soft echo,
The bouncing waves
From a solid wall.
Beautifulâ
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peace can be as simple as reading vague messages without trying to understand as guessing is not a good habit ð
Is life abundant?
She asked.
They said,
When you have everything.
She walked away,
There was never everything
In imperfection.
She says.
Life is generous.
They say,
Because you have everything.
She walks away,
There is never perfection
In everything.
Life is abundant,
She agrees.
They ask,
Do you have everything? You are not perfect.
She walks away,
There is always perfection
In anything imperfect.
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anger has long gone but sadness is still lingering like a hungry fox hunting a chicken ð yet life is so generous to me offering sweet imperfection and simplest perfection that might be just a dream for those perfect perfection â so thank you as always! ð
giving myself time and space to live again ð
Where is sun when sets?
Where is moon in the day light?
They share love through time.
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Interaction is about reciprocity; even when we are alone, we are interacting with some tool of life or with the deep self within.
When it is not reciprocated, interaction is not genuinely true.
Salaam.
a grandma with her grandson
a mother with her son
family gathering
feeding two grandsons
letâs climb!
hi, dove! said the little boy
whatâs in the water? said he
bubbles!!!
what is that over there? ahh hope! âšïļ
am i your headache? no, you are my universe ð
donât move, just smile! someone is taking our picture âšïļ
she is asking her cam to see what she sees ððž
our daughter is playing, i am sitting near her
hey! clear up! i am gonna land!
electrocution my a**! ð
Every weekend
This heart multiplies.
They wander
Everywhere
Through music, pictures, poems and prayers
Sending peace
And love
That might not be
Returned.
What a sweet weekend!
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although youâve targeted me with uncertainty, (pic: Banksyâs)
although you prefer war (pic: Banksyâs)
although you ignorantly hijack the love, (pic: Banksyâs)
sweet heart is still what you deserve,
no missile but beautiful heart should be sent to you (pic: Banksyâs)
freshened and showered with warm heart is your right
at the end a bunch of flowers will be thrown to you (pic: Banksyâs)
hahahahaâĶ. i am always laughed by my best friends for constantly being âlove sickâ (pic: Banksyâs)
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Choiceâs falling star
Brightened in a quiet dark night,
Orbited to earth.
respecting this family for their choice of happiness, knowing that i will never be able to do so
inspiring me to at least enjoy simpler life and to accept all blessings more happily
Is it the shadow
Or the real you show to me?
Distinguished beautyâ
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i canât remember which one is the shadow and which one is the real â i donât want to observe further to find which is which
what i know the castle is beautiful day and night ð
Is it tug of war
Or pendulum played within?
Two polar extremesâ
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decision making is about choosing
winning one interestâĶ
âĶ.and letting the other conform
there shall be a stop at one balanced point at which the momentum reaches its maturity or its exhaustion ð
A bubbleâs bursting,
United with the free air.
Would you please join me?
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Although Kyoto has a lot of impressive shrines, my favourite is not there. Mine is Izumo Taisha in Shimane prefecture about 343 km from Kyoto.
When visiting other shrines in Japan, I was so aware of being in Japan. In Izumo Taisha I got home: sunny, green, serene and unexplainably blissful. There were many visitors but my senses didnât absorb their presence as if the hot air and bright light muffled their noise and wrapped me in a safe bubble bursting when my last step left the shrine front gate.
Romantic!
a long walk from the gate to the shrine â i remember it was a scorching hot day in August 2018 and i was humming while walking ð
ablution, my daily ritual that i find also so soothing in Japan shrine especially in Izumo Taisha
torii ð a gate to the shrine yard
this is Izumo Taisha! ð
shimenawa (sacred straw rope)
i only go to this coffee shop with my colleagues, but i wholeheartedly believed drinking Starbucks coffee was a nice thing; only in Izumo! right outside the shrine complex
Castles small or big
Stand on a hill among trees
Wave to the white clouds.
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Matsue Castle, from afar (2018)
Matsue Castle, closer view (2018)
there is no reason to not thank life for making me me; with all the ups and downs, zig-zagging, winding roads, flood and quake, fake and genuine people around; i survive and become more and more relaxed â like Matsue Castle, my life is small, humble but strong enough and sweetly suitable for me ð
She builds a castle
Protecting and comforting.
Illuminatedâ
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Nagoya Castle under the moonlight (2014)
Nagoya Castle under the sunlight (2014)
wishing to explore another castle soon ð
Hello, Sun
Today is your day.
Be bright.
Be warm.
Be nice to whomever is home.
Taste delicious.
Taste good.
Taste homy to whomever is lost.
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weekend is about waking up late with selfie ðĨą
cooking whatever i want ð
(re)watching movies while cooking â iPad is forced to perch on the plate rack ð
I thought I am kind
But no,
Dogs are kinder.
I thought I am strong
But no,
Dogs rock my heart.
I thought I am me
But not
Yet.
Dogs know who they are,
They live as dogs
As they are.
I live as what I want to be,
Even
When being inhumane human
Is what gives me benefits.
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watched this movie in todayâs flight and cried â how dogsâ life is more genuine than mineððž
Haw! ð
Theyâre flying
Around colours and shapes
In a garden
Where the gliding fragrance
And dripping nectars
Invite them
To celebrate
One phase
Before the next.
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in Subak, Ubud wearing new clothes from Sukawati market (only for SGD30) and butterflies in my tummy ð
There are two children
Living in one life, playing,
Generating joy.
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never want to lose the child within â theyâre the source of joy! ð
Thereâs a place in heart
Where things wonât be movedâ stay still.
Hidden eyes know where.
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a borrowed workstation today â oh, sambal super pedas! ðĪĐ
a (rather) messy work station tonight before slumberlandâ oh! cable everywhere! ð
Time is
Lightning striking
And thatâs it.
A patch
Of burnt earth is
A trace
Of surprise.
When we meet
Someday,
Ignore the time.
Letâs count it
With heart beats
And senses
That touch.
Let me fall
In love with
You
Over and over again
As long as
Time
Can be defined.
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is one chasing the other or the kite? it is love that makes both run and laugh, a kite that keeps the child within alive
picture from Pinterest
Blue is
Sky.
Blue is
Sea.
Blue is
You,
When smiling at me.
Blue is
Peaceful.
Blue is
Deep.
Blue is
Bruised by
You ignoring me.
Blue is
Seen.
Blue is
Felt.
Blue is
Angel you sent to me.
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peaceful sky that lullabies â i slept almost the whole flight
i thought of changing to 44A but decided to keep 47AâĶ
âĶ. only to find that my seat number is the number of gate we disembarked ðŠķ
i am superstitious ð
rike jokanan 
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