graphs of my Universe
They said,โIf you want to walk fast, walk alone. But if you want to walk far, walk together.โ
Me: Ride your bike whichever speed or distance, donโt bother. Just enjoy the ride. And safety first. They may go fast or far but they might not reach safely, I do. ๐
Safe biking! Whoohoo! ๐ด๐ปโโ๏ธ
Good time, Beloved,
Sitting silently, centred.
Grazing on the timeโ
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Life is never bored of reciting how grand a name when zoomed in and how tiny its reality when zoomed out. Oh! It is the other way around, tiny when zoomed in and grand when zoomed out.
What is your name, dear? Deer!
Are you a buck or a stag? You donโt look like one. Or, you look like both?
The dark shelters you
From the dark behind the light.
Blinking starry eyesโ
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Vision sits silently through blinking light, on and off showing clarity of direction.
Thanks for everything.
Salaam. ๐๐ผ
Go jazz, Beloved
Improvise on your own path
Where hidden seeds grow.
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Jazz is like secret love, confusing and almost unknown at the first catch but wrapped in harmony through timeโฆ and space? Seems space never takes my side. ๐
Jazz each day up!
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Forward, Beloved,
To the North Star. Ride the wind.
Ignore the thunders.
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How are you, Yellow?
Happiness, warmth, sunshine, or
Other perfect fits.
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Nature never fails to convince me that all are beautiful given appropriate angles. Not all love winter but with the yellow crocus growing in the middle of white snow, who will say no?
Yellow isnโt my favourite colour but the yellow crocus is one of those Iโm wanting to see with naked eyes to witness Mother Earthโs generosity even in its coldest period.
May time lets me explore more places on earth.
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SIN – May 25, 2022 / 21:57
Did you see the light
Or the dark? Or both? Or none?
Now you see the light.
Light above light. Layers of light. Spectrum of light. What is light? Is it the radiation? Is it the brightness? Is it the wavelength? Is it the source? Or what?
It is whatโs defined but at the same time what is not definable. It is what is seen but at the same time what is not visible.
May all beings be happy.
Here – May 25, 2022 / 20:15
For granted I take
The green, the blue and the red
Until they turn grey.
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Sometimes Iโm thankful that Iโm not given opportunity to have children. I canโt imagine what playfulness and nature exploration they will have in their future with very minimum real nature around. Iโm thankful. ๐ฅฐ
Sometimes Iโm broken-hearted that Iโm not given opportunity to have children. I canโt agree on how some people raise their children. I egotistically imagine how well I would raise them to be human-respecting and nature-loving generation in the family tree. Iโm selfish. ๐
Meanwhile Iโm always feeling lucky to be me, born when and where nature was willing to introduce her excessive bounties, grew up when and where human interaction was real and warm, working when and where human right and environment protection is a paramount topic. Iโm blessed. ๐ฅฐ
โฅ๏ธ
After one Monday,
Throw laughter before Tuesday.
Or at least a smile,
That draws a line on a face,
That strengthens steps miles away.
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Laughter brings brightness. It carves good mood. It (hopefully) enables longevity.
Amazing day, Love,
Completing whatโs committed
Without supervised
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Weekend is amazing with completing a pile of clothes. What a nice closure before Monday.!
Thank you, Life! I love hand washing and ironing. Seriously! As long as it is not a paid job. ๐
Welcome, Monday!
Money
Count it
Save it
Spend it
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Whatever wanted,
Decided
Through a nature
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They grow together.
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What a show!
It gives relief
And chokes
At the same.
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Hey, Money!
Youโre so genuinely
Mirroring me.
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One wise friend told us that money will not change a human being into a good one; it only resonates what is.
Look at Scrooge McDuck. He may be naturally greedy and stingy. When he has all those dollars and coins, he doesnโt even pay Donald Duck decent salary as an employee who is at the same time his relative. His money resonates his nature!
Look at Belle. She may be naturally kind and intelligent in a small village. When she becomes the wife of a rich Beast, she is kind in even larger society. Wealth resonates her nature!
Undeniably the only matter most people want to dive in after water is probably money. It makes life breathable they said. Hilariously true, paradoxical.
Note: Money, a non discriminative belief system that will either makes someoneโs life truly meaningfully valuable or vaguely temporarily luxurious. Our choice! Remember that $100 here is $100 there, no matter what oneโs ethnic groups, race, religion, age, gender, sexual orientation, political interest, etc is.
May all beings be happy.
Sunset, Beloved,
Gliding, hiding in the night
Blanketing the dayโ
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Night and day are protecting each other, a complete package, a balance of duality.
Happy weekend! ๐
ๅใฎๅฟใซ่งฆใใใใใใฎ
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Another song ๐ซ
A star, Beloved,
A face gleaming in blue tears
Dried by the north wind
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A kite, Beloved,
A bird all wings soaring highโ
Rain, donโt fall too soon.
A kid is running, laughing.
Peaceful sky, joyful earth. Here.
Singapore – May 19, 2022 / 00:26
A smile, Beloved,
Not to or for. Itโs just there,
A ready bounty.
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All the lyrics and the music โ lyrics were recited, music was listened to. Those lyrics and music were so beautiful that they invited the best smile of the day. A smile that appeared like a good shape coming out of a foggy morning in the moorland. Until some reality struck, telling that those were directed more to a head than a heart, and to somewhere else.
Uh oh!
Well! A smile must still be kept. It is a grace, an alms, a bounty, a gift, a bonus, an appreciation; or from hidden wisdom formed through sedimentation of things annoyed yet forgiven. Or probably a smile is a package of lyrics and music โ sweetly flowing. Aaah! Must be appreciated!
Put a best smile on the face and world will smile, too.
May all beings be happy.
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Time zones, Beloved,
Limit spaces with blurred ends.
Illusion that jails.
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One hour makes things different.
Dear, timeโฆ. Thanks for the space you just gave for whatโs called holiday. Please bless me with nice pace and good vibe again and again like always.
If I forget about your kindness, please remind me gently as Iโm fragile. If I take you for granted, please remind me that Iโm traveling between your two points: start and end.
Thanks again.
Me that is blessed with both negative and positive yet trying to balance at the zero โฃ๏ธ
Breathing in
Breathing out
The air is flowing
Pumping freshness to the blood
Pushing the recyclable out.
Time units are agreed.
If passed, something is overdone.
If missed, something is given up.
If right on, moment is created.
Breath is my chosen time unit
That I prudently save
Between two points
That I travel in.
How many will I take?
I donโt even know
Or how many have I taken?
Iโve lost count.
Itโs as accurate as your digital timepiece,
Or as elegant as your mechanical winding.
Our time is as precious,
Yet we count with different tools.
Alas!
Donโt ask me to walk faster
Just because you run.
Donโt tell me to stay put
Just because you sit.
Life is short
Yet expensive to lament
If we donโt cross the path,
Itโs simply because of
Simple word:
Decision
Because
Fate sometimes doesnโt seem to fit.
Whose decision?
I donโt know.
Iโll just breathe
Until the sun moves in reverse.
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Back to work very soon ๐
Farmer, Beloved,
Waiting for the rain and wind
Patiently with love.
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Imagine our world without farm and farmer. Famine, thirst, drought, dead soil, dullness, colourlessness, so bored and ugly!
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May all beings be happy.
Today, Beloved,
Filled with laughter of past times.
Bitter was, sweet isโ
Time doesnโt heal. It turns taste,
Look. All is well. All shall pass.
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Rendezvous with my best people, those who are always with ears to listen and to be listened to, with tongue to twist bitterness to wisdom, with foolishness to laugh at whatโs not even funny but needing some appreciation.
Some people are amazing with just one reason called trust.
Blessed to have them.
Holiday is getting shorter. Letโs slow the steps and insert more meaningful conversations before it halts.
May all beings be happy.
TA – May 12, 2022 / 11:46am
Mother, Beloved
Sheโs giving more than taking
No end since morning.
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This morning I saw my mother cleaned our slim long patch of plants and Mother Nature showed the beauty along the patch. Many herbs and flowers are presenting their prime time. Some of them are preparing their exhibit and yields. Many of them are of no bloom after last month.
I didnโt help her. Let her enjoy the cleaning, let me take some pictures. ๐
Some neighbours passed by and greeted us, exchanging some light chat about the neighbourhood. One of them came to us bringing a bowl of nasi jagung (steamed corn grain) before she went teaching.
A short visit with long lost warmth of a real neighbourhood
May all beings be happy.
and so onโฆ.
Indonesia – May 10, 2022 / 07:28am
You? Where, Beloved?
The omnipresent through air,
Undefined calmnessโ
Breeze that caresses the leaves.
Breath that blows prayer for you.
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Blinding, Beloved,
Light when too bright. Dimly bright
Suits these eyes searching
Luminosity and cracks
Following path to a homeโ
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Sometimes light disturbs eyes because its intensity is way too high than whatโs expected or needed by the eyes. eyes can only tolerate and work well with enough light. So the more isnโt always the better.
May all beings be happy.
Happy Birthday!
Are
You
Randomly
Older
?
Or
Systematically
?
Aaah
!
Voluntarily
?
Same
Here
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Happy birthday if it is yours! ๐ฃ Almost missed, maybe will be missed next year ๐ There is a deadline for aging.
A rendezvous
Pouring some unmet wordsโ
Itโs a rendezvous
Exchanging stories,
Laughing at saved jokes,
Frowning on some questions to answer.
A true moment
Capped with
An โAu revoir!โ
Whoohoo!
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Iโm a nut
In a gigantic machine.
Even if Iโm missed,
The machine still works wonder.
And so be it.
Iโm a grain of sand
In a far vast sand dune.
Even if Iโm missed,
The land still spreads wonder.
And so be it.
Iโm a drop of water
In a cask of wine.
Even if Iโm missed,
Youโre still having happy hour.
And so be it.
Iโm one in billions
In this spinning plane.
Even if Iโm missed,
It wonโt mean less greater.
And so be it.
Life is so fragile
Yet so dense
Like a spider web
Wrapping a prey
Before itโs dissolved
Awayโฆ.
And
You are
Written in this tiny matterโ
โฆ.. so be it.
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Temasek – May 4, 2022 / rainy morning, 4:50
A wise teacher said:
If you have a space for shelter,
A plate of rice for meal,
A job for a living;
Thatโs when youโre blessed.
I couldnโt say a word
To deny.
Itโs true
And
Only true.
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Enjoy!
I learn
Life is about counting gates of moments.
Itโs not what I celebrate,
Itโs how I celebrate.
They call it this,
I call it that,
Itโs a day dyed with red, blue, yellow
Yet
Really the day wonโt describe its own color when asked.
One more day to celebrate!
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Itโs not unusual Ramadhan is closed on different days by different groups of Muslim esp. in big country like Indonesia. One group may close Ramadhan on 29th day, the other on 30th. Itโs not a big deal (although some noisy people like to debate about it) but itโs not simple things to explain. Overall the difference is due to 2 different methods of seeing the crescent moon visibility in the horizon – one group is using mathematical astronomy (computation), the other physical observation (telescope).
This year most of my family in Indonesia celebrated the Eid yesterday, I in Singapore today.
Without further adoโฆ.
Celebrate moments that are given in life including this festivity. Every moment is a gate to another moment before entering the next gate of moment. After entering Ramadhan gate, now Syawal gate, whatโs next? Any should be simply a gate to start or to restart or to continue.
Gate after gate before finally the grandest gate โฉ
once moreโฆ
Selamat Hari Raya Idul Fitri 1443H
Home is where heart feels safe and calm. And going home is always something to cherish. One of terminology for going home in Indonesia โonly in Indonesiaโ is mudik. Some consider mudik as a derivational Indonesian and Malay word from the words โme+udik= mengudik = mudikโ that means going back to home town (udik= home town, rural). However, it is also allegedly an acronym of two Javanese words mulih (going home) and sedhiluk (for a short while). The mudik tradition is done on one celebrated religion festive day called Hari Raya Idul Fitri (the Eid Mubarak after Ramadhan). It is a massive movement happens from medium to big cities to smaller regions/towns/districts/villages where senior family members (grand parents, parents) usually reside.
Mudik is one cultural side product of urbanisation. Urbanisation as a population shift from rural to urban areas due to concentration of modern work styles (non agricultural) has left minimum of not no choice to younger people to go to bigger cities to work in big companies or manufacturing sites. And, as they have left their homes with parents and other groups of elders, they see the need to go home regularly. As much as they want to meet the elders more often to pay homage, their work duties have only allowed them to do it annually.
Why Hari Raya Fitri is the most chosen? It is closely related to the fact that especially in Java island the biggest population is Muslim. But not only Muslim will do mudik, other religion believers also do it as they want to enjoy the festivity with their Muslim family and friends. Everyone loves Hari Raya Idul Fitri. Everyone looks forward to mudik every year.
Aside from that it is the best time for a rendezvous, mudik is also associated with the word Fitri literally meaning โbecoming holy againโ or โgoing back to the origin of creation which is sinlessโ. So mudik isnโt only physical movement to where people were born, itโs also commemoration of going back to holy again (although the holiness isnโt the point as no one alive is truly holy), going back to the origin of creation (to realise that how big their success in career in the cities, they are still human beings created by God, born by a mother and raised by parents in rural area).
Maybe only Indonesians can really relate with this. Weโre so blessed. ๐
This year is gonna be one of the biggest after the lock-down thingy due to the beloved COVID-19. Canโt wait to finally meet with my beloved family and friends after 2 yearsโฃ๏ธ
Selamat Hari Raya Idul Fitri. Maafkan lahir dan bathin. ๐ฃ
Note: Hari Raya Idul Fitri = Lebaran = Riyaya = Baโdan = Eid Mubarak
Singapore – May 1, 2022 / 22:20
Hi, Purple Crocus.
You must have been hugged by snow,
Now rise joyfully.
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How is it possible for a seed to grow if not because of a warmth hug from Mother Earth blanketed by white snow?
May all beings be happy.
Iโm so blessed with such a looooong weekend that I say it again and again and wonโt stop playing with colours.
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rike jokanan 
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