Your eyes, Beloved
Drown me to a depth of soul
Where you hide nowhere.
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graphs of my Universe
Your eyes, Beloved
Drown me to a depth of soul
Where you hide nowhere.
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Another new year with another long weekend. Added holidayβ
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Thereβs a prancing deer
To tiger forgetting fear.
A striped bodyβs near.
Luck! The dear has magic ears.
It dashes and disappears.
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It sways flexibly
In stormy days.
It grows calmly
In sunny days.
It roots perennially
In the meadow.
It sings;
It hums;
It mutes;
It sees;
It hears;
It touches;
It tastes;
It smells;
In silence
Perfectly.
It does well.
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Laughter is the breeze caressing the hair waving to the morning sun.
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A posting landed on my Instagramβs Home, it was Charlie Chaplinβs small details that are meaningful to me who love to laugh but often fail to make jokes. Most of my jokes are garing (crispy-dry, not funny; Bahasa Indonesia slang). π
Salaam.





Any day can be sweet with some setting on the tongue. Avoid chilli.
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Pink roses in a vase welcome seven cold guests, turning them to smiles.
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Dear, day.
Do you know that I never stop waiting for you?
When my watch ticks a second,
My heart drips a note,
My pulse vibrates softly,
I know I am closer to you.
Dear, day.
Do you know that every part of you blesses me?
When morning breaks,
Noon flares,
Dusk fades to night,
I know the next you is waiting
For me.
Day oh day
Many I canβt understand,
Much I canβt decipher,
Little I can see,
Very few I can give
Yet I still hope
To meet you again.
Dear, day.
How I am blessed with family,
Gifted with friends,
Sufficed with this self,
You are still the one
Sung by this heart.
Sunday
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Saturday
All have been today
And never faded away.
I am blessed, day
With another you
In the best way.
And for you
I am grateful.
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This life is a library
Keeping all collections,
Reference to public,
Exclusive to a lover,
One lover.
The
Belovedβ
Read,
Beloved
Any scrolls
In this library.
Read,
Lover
The diaries
In the secret dungeon.
Read,
Beloved
With naked eyes, or
With any glasses on the shelves.
Read,
Lover
Through letters and numbers,
Shapes and colours.
Read,
Beloved
This library is open
As long as you are awake.
Read,
Lover
Before you sleep
When Iβll be reading you through.
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About the photo
Free will? What is that? This breath is what you blow in to me to love you.
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Realising more and more that her life is free of free will; she needs causes and reasons to do anything she does even for her brain to think about what things to think ofβ there is a bond invisible and invincible.
She surrenders to the bond. π
Happy weekend.
Salaam.

In a bright corner sheβs seen. The sun sends her light reflecting bright life.
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How many tastes can she experience in joy? 5 or 7?
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Realising that the best taste is not any of those 5 or 7; the best taste is only 1: to love. π
Days of love be likeβ¦










Friday, this bright light blinks to the eyes not stopping staring at the heart.
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Dolls dance following the rhythm of the carverβs breath. Standing ovationβ
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Armchair sits in a corner in silence enjoying the breeze. Sereneβ
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Is it lazed or slowed? The day seems long without you around the pink sky.
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Welcomed by a home with greenery to be cooked, she builds a sweet mood.

Reflection kills her night.
The tower dramatically sways,
Dancing with the street light,
Gleaming with the moonbeam.
She grabs a cloth
To wipe her mirror.
Oye, her little heart.
You need a janitor.
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There is memory shared around a round table at a starry night.
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Towers will mostly collapse of weak foundationβ¦. Or the strongest quake
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She travels light.
She brings a few packed
And you, in a locket
Kept safe with a chain
Worn around the neck
Reminding the traveler
That nothing is left.
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Thereβs fire kindled, prayer sung, fragrance bellowed in ceremony.
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A white lamb on the lap of a dreamer daydreams of her dreaming sweet.
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White foam on turquoise sweeps back to dark blue deeper to where secrets are.
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The wings are flapping sprinkling blessings through the air. Breathe them. Be blissful.
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In Arabic angel is called malaaikatun or malaaikah or simply malaaikat (Ψ§ΩΩΩ ΩΩΩ°ΩΨ¦ΩΩΩΨ©Ω) literally meaning βpower that governsβ. In Islamic tradition the βpower that governsβ are grouped based on what type of assigned power they govern that are many and one of them is βpower to govern protectionβ.
I always believe I am fully protected through the existence of the angels surrounding me although I am not interested to discuss about their form; people say angels have wings, others say they are made from light, some say malaaikah are systemic laws to run the universe, and so on and so forth. It doesnβt matter to me. That they exist and follow the assigned βpower to governβ is enough for me.
Only when we listen, we will hear. We will hear the songs of the angels, the songs of universe, the songs of the heart, the songs of the soul. I prefer my angels to sing jazzy songs in this end of long weekend. π
Listening to heartβ¦. π
Salaam.

There is always first.
A tree greeting breeze and sky
Comes from minute seed.
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Thank you, 2022 for every single second spent together. You are a stronger part of what Iβve been building with love. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
And thanks to all years passing, too. Iβll miss you. π
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Life is wonderful that she is eager about it and is willing to expand and to keep up with what she is becoming. She is the pilot, she is the plane. She is the destination, she is the direction. She is the standard, she is the conformance. She is the alignment, she is the aligned. She is enough.
It is not othersβ responsibility that she feels good or not good. The feel existing is because she allows it to be. And the vice versa.
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2023, be my excellent canvas of feel-good-no-matter-what. Clarity, sufficiency, integrity as in good life, beautiful love, genuine laughter π
Alfatihah.
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About tumpeng or buceng (in Bahasa Indonesia)



Water! Water!
St Elmoβs fire!
Water!
No.
No water for St Elmoβs fire.
A good omen.
Amen! Amen!
St Elmoβs fire!
Amen!
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New year again! Thanks so much for reaching this point like a plane (an inch to) landing smoothly. Seat belt still on! Airplane mode still on! Yet the pilot is smiling widely with fire in her heart brighter and brighter, no red anymore, now almost blue to white!
Count down! π
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About another St Elmoβs fire
Ing karma pala tan ana kang isa mlayu. Kudu ngunduh.
Nandure siji, thukule satus. Panene pitungatus.
Tan kena kinira, mung Gusti kang pirsa. Janma mung krida.
Anteping kalbu, tekating jiwa. Slamet
Ing kabeh mangsa.
Rahayu.
(geguritan Jawa)
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Days hum with a smile,
Swiping hours of hunger
Leaving only joy.
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