Friendship (to Fauzia Fatchan)

Learning, life, love, Poetic, Those People

Friendship
Is one fragment of life
That keeps me alive.
It hits me so warmly
With friends' openness.
It hits me so sadly
With their secret battles.

There is a way and
There is the other way
To meet again
Always one day.

Fauzia Fatchan or Fau or Uud is a great friend of mine. She was one supporting badass in uni time; she was an objective wall between those cheating and those with integrity. Her critical thinking would make those cheating to know their “no worth” and at the same time make those with integrity to humbly stay composed.

She’d been my best discussion buddy in all topics! Politics, social, economy, culture, religion, spirituality, education, poverty, conflict free mineral, business, sex, romance, etc. She would tell me I was misled when I had insufficient data to say my analysis. She would tell me excellent when my opinion outsmarted hers.

She yet would laugh her shits out when I broke my heart romantically.

“You are more valuable than those underestimating you or ignoring you!” That was a voice echoing until now.

She is the one I name a perfect friend!

I haven’t talked with her for the past 4 months as we both had been tremendously busy. She’d been managing her rare earth mine in one of big islands in Indonesia.

She is now battling against a rare disease, leaving no chance for me to hear her voice anymore.

I called her through video call by her brother’s help. I believed she could hear, she didn’t say anything but she moved her mouth everytime I called her name like saying something.

I love you so much, dear best friend.

I love you as an honest friend.

I love you as a proud Indonesian.

I love you as an extraordinary human being.

I love you as you!

Dear, Fauzia Fatchan. Even if I can not meet you again, I am honored to have lived as a human being knowing you.

See you again in eternity, my dear…

❣️

If we both have time, we will meet again, that was what you said in our last conversation.

I am sorry that I told you all my battles while you’d been in the same one, my dear. Please forgive me.

From a broken hearted friend because of your condition….

Rike

Before & After

Learning, life, love, Map It!, Poetic, This Person

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

Your Face

Learning, Poetic

Your face that I keep
Won't grow old. This heart preserves
Everything that's loved.

my face has been all over my iPhone’s face for the past 4 years – can’t get over my COVID era face ❣️

Destined

Learning, Poetic

All roads are destined
To an end where wish comes true
Or breath takes a rest.

not destined to be a drinker — i didn’t even enjoy the 0%

destined to embrace beautiful flowers ❣️

Last Train

Learning, love, Poetic, This Person

I won't miss the train.
The last. A home is waiting
With a cup of tea.

i saw this scene very often from my room; last midnight was the most impressive when i felt so much love living as me with no one but me ❣️

From Home

Learning, Poetic

The sun blares a loud red.
The trees hide a peaceful green.
The commuting enjoys the grey road
That cuts across an island.
It's a home
From which the eyes pull all colours
To the heart.

the sun, the trees and the commuting

How Fragrant Are You?

Learning, Poetic, This Person

How fragrant are you
Through the petals sweetly picked
By fragile fingers?

I love perfume especially when at home.

Some facts of how certain oils as part of perfume ingredients are harvested shake my liking to perfumery. If I buy those perfumes, am I abusing certain group of people? If I don’t buy, am I letting them unemployed?

Life is sometimes as simple as abc– Yet life is sometimes as complex as ancient codes to decipher.

Time to concoct my own perfume from responsibly-sourced oils?

Fresh Air

Learning, Poetic

Fresh air, Beloved,
Welcomes sweetly through a move.
Strong or weak, enjoy.

it was fresh at the same time eery — i felt a strong blow of fresh air at my left hand last night between sleep and awake; so sure it was not my breathing as I know well how I breathe

new place welcomes visitors differently like the grass greeted me sweetly this morning

thank you for the welcome; I am a guest, not an agressor 🙏🏼

In The Lake

Learning

What is in a lake?
Ancient tales about mermaids?
Are there dragons, too?

my first time staying in this hotel on a lake

bedrooms are clustered, connected by bridges from one to another — unique but not adding plus point for a biz traveler like me; I just need a clean, safe, comfortable bedroom in the city accessible to many different places on foot; this hotel is tremendously suitable for tourists

the restaurant is just across my bedroom

Playground

Learning, Map It!

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

For You

Learning, love, Poetic, This Person
For:
You

Who breathes love in silence,
Who touches heart in secret,
Who smiles in the dark,
Who listens to whispers,
Who reads all scrolls,
Who kisses faraway dreams;
Take these roses,
That dance with the wind,
That spread strange chemicals,
That show off colours,
That boast deadly pricks,
That symbolise love,
That decay over time.

if i were roses, what would life be?

What If Today Is My Last Day?

Learning, Poetic
Won't be using this body forever,
Won't be celebrating the same victories forever,
Won't be losing the same battles forever,
Won't be this forever,
Won't be that forever,
And so it is,
Let a best be accepted--
A long sleep is waiting
Maybe tomorrow,
Maybe today.

this beauty experienced dead as seed, dead as sprout, dead as bud, dead as blossom, dead as fruit even not met the fruition yet this was once lived and loved

never underestimate any size of life; it is all enough

never miss appreciation to all blessings

❣️