Cooked

Learning, Poetic
Rice is cooked to be rice. It’s the same name, yet not the same. Raw then cooked—

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sometimes you know someone is cooking you; just pretend you don’t know that you’re being cooked and feel your own love

(In)Visible Monster

Learning, Poetic
Not under the bed, it’s what she’s slept with since she was a cute baby.

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I am obviously my own monster; haunting, hunting me forever will be 💝 the best company ever

Love Day

Learning, love, Poetic, This Person
What is love day? 
A day when love is precious?
Only once a year?
How stingy human being is!
To express love only on that day—

Maybe they are afraid
Of saying love to
That they love dearly.

Maybe expression is
Embarrassing and too low
That they dump it cruelly.

Maybe love is considered a myth
Scientifically unproven
That it is skipped.

Maybe….
So much maybe.

I will still love
You
In silence
As
Love has made my heart pretty
Although rejection and ignorance
Once made it ugly.

All days are my love days.

To my
Beloved—

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learned love from texts
looked for it everywhere
found it in beauty
the love keeps evaporating to the air that is breathed
melting to the water that is sipped
repeatedly exploding to illuminate the journey
let me sing love songs in silence to and for you
and sweetly silently celebrate it when i’m wishing to be

Enjoy The Food (ranting)

Learning

I love cooking my own food when not traveling; yet it doesn’t mean I cook well. What’s the best part of cooking my own food? Hmmm….

1. I can cook whatever I want to eat.

2. I won’t complain even if the taste is not up to my satisfaction. Just cook better next time.

3. I can boast in Instagram and here that I can cook.

😁

Enjoooy!

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🤤 love tempe – the day before yesterday
sawut (grated cassava steamed with grated coconut and Javanese sugar), liver in soy sauce 🤤 – yesterday
sawut (yesterday’s left over), bean sprout and green pepper, liver skewer 🤤 – today

Singing Heart

Learning, Poetic
This heart sings. Its notes witness through pitch and tempo. Genres of the soul—

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whatever the story is, i’ll tell it musically

A Dyed Heart

Learning

This heart is flowing fluid
Filling the soul with
Redness of bravery
And rage;
Pinkness of romance
And lust;
Orangeness of warmth
And  attention craver;
Yellowness of glory
And jealousy;
Greenness of tranquility
And envy;
Blueness of peace
And mourning;
Whiteness of singularity,
And fear;
Blackness of mystery
And death.
When the soul blinks,
A spectrum ray chutes down
On to the ocean of mind,
Illuminates what’s to solve.

Is your face dyed as your heart is dyed, Beloved?
And your words
Your footsteps
Your breaths
Touch?

Or, layers of curtains shade your true colours?

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Are You A God

Learning
I am so limited,
While
You are not.

That is
When
We are compatible
At the same time
Misunderstand
In many points.

I define me
With my limitation,
You cannot define you with your un-limitlessness.

Are you a
God?
Or what?

Oh!

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you see a limit in the horizon; the horizon keeps moving away from you

Well Done

Learning, Poetic

The wind flies dry leaves to where travel’s light and memory’s full. Well done—

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big lunch before big laundry — well done!
ready mussels
done!
roasting potato
on medium fire, don’t add water
sauté
(not so) fresh green mussels
carrot & celery
garlic & ginger
big basket of laundry after big lunch 😊 well done!

Wake Up

Learning
The sun knocks the door, gives a to-do list for fun. “May I sleep?” She said.

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yesterday — wanted sugar so i cooked this and….
this! 💝
last night — still hungry so i bought this! oh Korean chicken, you spoiled me so well 🙂

today? a lot to cook in the fridge! a lot to iron in the basket! wake up! weekend is waiting with all the fun! 😵‍💫 yet bed seems nicer and warmer 😌

Greed

Learning, Poetic
All have right to live, yet some by greedily eating up others. Sigh.

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the rose apple leaves in my front yard are helplessly eaten up by locusts
the tree is not as productive as before but the fruits are still sweet and fresh….
….and so many flowers are coming out, ready to bloom

Broken

Learning, Poetic

What’s broken’s broken until connected again. Never be the same—

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one of my gorgeous ceramic plates was broken; now i’m thinking of learning how to fix it

Floating So High

Learning, life, love, Poetic, This Person

Keeping afloat, buoyant freely swaying playing the waves in the sky—

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Coldplay never fails me

I’m Ready

Learning, Map It!, Poetic

Tell the sun rising and setting that I’m ready anytime: morning, night and day— to present what’s best in my humble life.

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💗 welcoming rising sun
💗 escorting the sun to sleep
💕 you can destroy the branches but you can’t kill the tree with healthy roots
💕 so full and filled

Library

Learning

Curated sources of knowledge is a vast deep ocean to dive in.

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A few from Topkapi Palace

construction inscription
dome inside
reading quarter
reading quarter

Those Love Around

Learning, Map It!, Poetic

You don’t need so much love to find love around. Make it with a little love.

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playing buddies
mama dog 💕
cool
like a log
slurp!
can you spot 2 cats?
one guarding a headless god
strolling
my Bob looks like this one 💗
brrr!
tux cat on carpet
ginger waiting for lunch

Journey

Learning, Map It!, Poetic

A journey starts. A journey ends. A route is colourful when observed—

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up!
up!
up!
up!
down….
ready to land!

A Loving Visit

Learning, life, love, Map It!, Poetic, This Person, Those People
A loving visit beyond time and space. Salaam. Universe answers.

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about the museum
beloved
beloved
beloved
when you’re loved, people still visit you even when you’re nowhere 💝
when you’re loved, you’re taken care of even when you’re nowhere
beloved – visiting him with love, see you again
beloved – visiting him with love, see you again