Soaked

Soak the self in love.
Treat the life with all blessings.
Every breath counts hope.

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these ingredients will be soaked in water for two days before applied to hair after shampoo

this time: rice + ginger + rosemary + pomelo rind

False Alarm

Evacuate. Now.
Hundreds of steps in the dim.
Sorry, false alarm.

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this morning I felt kind of alarmed; nervous at the same time energised because of alarm going off early morning in the hotel β€” fire warden in action; run run run! lucky enough I stayed on 11th floor, not the highest! πŸ‘πŸ½

with other guests who were (I guessed) sleepy and not ready to show themselves up to the world

no need to dress up! I just grabbed my MacBook, iPhone and my sling bag, left other stuff less important (although important) β€” oh my! predictably I saw many were wearing β€œwhatsoever as long as wearing things” 😝 tired as well as entertained πŸ˜‚

in the assembly point waiting, waiting and waiting β€” false alarm

the hotel rep said β€œWe are terribly sorry. It is a false alarm and all guests would you please go back to your room? We will arrange a compensation for you all affected. We once again apologise to you for the inconvenience caused. Sorry, Ma’am. Sorry, Sir….”

a love letter I found arriving in the room this evening πŸ™πŸΌ

Luxury Redefined (haiku cluster)

Luxury, my love
What makes one feel fortunate,
Feel responsible.

Luxury, my love
Not brand, not price tag. It’s mind
Bursting new spirits.

Luxury, my love
You can bluff but you can’t trade
With a true spirit.

Luxury, my love
What you’ve failed, what you’ve too learnt
About the deep wounds.

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not the Aman Jiwo Hotel making it luxurious, it is Borobudur temple, Menoreh Hill and all the Javanese villages and tradition conserved as surrounding is the real luxury

Weathered

This life’s well weathered
β€˜Tween hot and cold, calm and rushed.
There’s home to shelter.

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Indonesia Mosque in Bangkok β€” joining a short prayer

i went to a mosque then to a small shrine today before flight β€” feeling the humbleness of human beings begging for help from the One indescribable unseen unexplainable, the hope tiptoeing behind fear, the weakness of human beings facing our own nature

these folded lotus flowers are floating to weather after their duty as envelopes with which prayers are sent up above through billowing smoke of incense

now i have to pack to fly back home soon to see my mother hospitalised β€” certain days are just under the weather

wishing all my silent chants can be medicine for the woman who loves me to the moon and back

see very soon, Ibu

may all beings be happy

πŸ’•

Hair

Crowning black gets grey,
Surfing through tunnels of time.
There is no U-turn.

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long, black with some grey showing β€” excited to have this long hair to caress β™₯️

Ayutthaya

Ayutthaya greets
A heart that sings a love song.
A wat witnesses.

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from 2010 to 2012 Thailand was my playground esp in the area of food processing , from 2013 up to now is for electronic mostly in Ayutthaya β€” Sala Ayutthaya is always my favourite here, thank you…. 😘

Lessons

Lessons are to learn
As books to read, air to breathe,
Life to put meaning.

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the Japanese wooden dolls in the reception of the language center where I learn Japanese lessons

β€” γ‚γ‚ŠγŒγ¨γ†γ”γ–γ„γΎγ™ πŸ’•

Rose Tea

I am home
Welcomed
By a space
Waiting for its soul
To fill the gap
With emptiness.

I am home
Welcomed
By rose tea
Waiting to be brewed
To wake up the heart
With memories.

I am home
Welcomed
By another day
Waiting to be celebrated
To highlight meaning
With what is.

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I left 3 stems of red roses in the vase and arriving, I found them beautifully dried β€” a jug of rose tea is my first relaxing session

Sweet

How sweet is your heart?
Warm as sun of the beach? Or
Cool as mountain breeze?

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coconut ice cream πŸ’• as sweet as warm heart, as cold as ignorance β€” the stick is made of sugarcane

Swimming

These memories swim,
Gliding through the wind, soaring.
You are everywhere.

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planes of cloud swimming beneath the wings like memories that evolve to beautiful stories

Calm Days

A room that tells tale
Has hushed noise and busy mind.
Here comes the calm days.

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Wibisana, a room that offers calmness β€” Balinese home is always my favourite getaway

there are two decorative pictures of Dewi Saraswati over the bed and two paintings of Balinese ladies among flowers on both walls β€” this Puri is where my mind does rest

πŸ’•

Who is Wibisana? A knight who flees his country to pay the cost of his partiality to the higher purpose of peace on earth

Fully Paid

Journey becomes light
When promise is fully paid.
The breeze flows sweetly.

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beautifully ready for melukat this morning to clean and clarify my life intension and for my dearest nephew β™₯️ now his wish for melukat is fully paid β€” live happily in the other side, my dear πŸ’• and I have a good feeling that my life is on the right path with my heart losing no love

melukat in Tirtha Empul when it was still quiet this morning β€” no, I don’t like crowd πŸ™πŸΌ don’t bring me to noisy parties!

Performance

Life is a grand stage,
Performance is its main course,
I am dining out.

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I am supposed to be in Ubud with my nephew who happened to pass away on Jul 30. So I do all the planned itinerary alone to keep my promise and to make him smile in heaven.

For you, Vito the fun witty kind artistic boy!

πŸ’•

a bridge over a lotus garden heading to Puri Saraswati Temple front yard where Janger Dance with Arjuna Tapa as part of performance is on every evening

lucky this evening I am sitting in a seat right in the middle of the front row β€” feeling lucky and blessed

start!

Arjuna in his meditation apparel (white)

buta, one of some seducers while Arjuna is meditating

the end

Slow

World will not tell her
How to slow. It just moves on
And counts each moment.

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back to back trips, luggage is all packed β€” 2 weeks then 1 week then 2 days

am I always ready to go? physically yes, but my soul still wants to linger in this plane

πŸ’•

Diagonally (Batik Parang)

Diagonally
Between axes: x and y.
Dynamic and freeβ€”

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Batik Parang Rusak

As one of the oldest patterns in Java island, “batik parang” is loaded with wisdom of life. Designed by one VVIP in Mataram, Panembahan Senopati, it is not surprising that this pattern is considered special and sacred.

Parang was previously a “larangan” pattern meaning that this pattern was allowed to wear only by royal family in certain occasion/function. Nowadays it is worn by anyone loving it; yet in Java island almost no one will wear it for wedding functions — most Javanese believe that wearing batik parang will bring negative impact and disputes among the family of the bride’s and groom’s and/or bring inharmonious life to the marriage.

The word “parang” was adopted from the word “pereng” that means the slope or the cliff of a mountain/hillside or the steep of a shore so that is why it is diagonally structured. The word “lereng” is also used to name this batik to show the same meaning with β€œpereng”.

Basic shape of “parang” pattern is an “S” connecting to one another with an angle of 45 degree. This signifies unbroken wavy lines. They are silently moving like waves that are able to move anything at certain level of the ocean surface. The waves will move as long as there are winds. The winds will not stop as long as there are movement of pressures in the air. And the pressures will sustain as long as there are celestial bodies especially the sun interacting with the earth. Forever — until death do us apart.

Some people say “parang” also means “perang” or war in Englihs but I am not into that discussion. Linguistically “parang” should never be “perang” in Javanese. It just happened to be historically told that this β€œbatik parang” was worn by soldiers returning from war (β€œperang” in Javanese) to show the king that they won. So, it doesn’t suit my logic to call β€œparang” as β€œperang”.

Parang Barong handmade, my collection from β€œBarong Gung”, an original brand from Tulungagung

From all symbols I agree above, I’ve learnt lessons from “batik parang”.

Here it is.

1. Don’t give up

Like waves in the ocean, we should not stop. Just feel the winds and move. FInd your wind and move unstoppably! Live like moving waves, playfully and flexibly responding to the different pressure of air. Push the ships to destination shore. Let the pressure be an activating force, not a demotivating factor.

2. Sustain

Connecting S — it is unbroken S’ surfing on the waves. Good behaviours and attitude generated from objective contemplation and reflection should sustain. It takes a good management system to sustain good practices in an institution including life.

Let’s make a management system more human-based. πŸ™‚

There should be values adopted by a human being — no value, no valuable life.

Values in life (useful link): https://liveboldandbloom.com/11/self-improvement/values-in-life

From the values there is born a boundary. If I value friendship, I will make sure I act as a fair friend to everyone around me. What is fair: take and give (might not be 50/50 but I won’t be happy if it is imbalanced 70/30 and above, and never about material needs sharing).

From the boundary there will be discerning of pros and cons. If I set a boundary, I am listing a do’s and don’ts based on the pros and cons around my boundary. From the do’s and don’ts, there shall be born priorisation of action. You can do this but not that. You can do this first, that later. 

From the prioritation of actions there shall be a materialization of consistent decision to choose preferred actions. And….

… The preferred actions are to be observed and surveilled. Who observes or surveils? And how?

Who: Ourselves, our family, our friends, our community, our environment, angels, god and godess, universe, ultimate creator.

How: through re-evaluation of values — this it tricky as it can be as easy as making immediate decision of the day or as complicated as trial and error the whole life

Then go back to setting boundary, etc, etc…. A cycle of self love πŸ’•

Management system (useful link): https://www.iso.org/management-system-standards.html

2 pieces of collection from Batik Keris β€” it is a printed batik, not handmade (black: modern Batik Parang; white: Batik Parang Sekar Jati)

3. Agility, Noble Ideals & Loyality

Agility: Only when I am agile, I can surf the waves of life. My life is not others’ life so the waves are not the same. Your waves might be taller than mine but they might not make you higher quality than me if you don’t develop agility to surf your life; as a result my life seems easier and nicer although I have to deal with more beasts below my wave while you have nothing under yours. And of course vice versa– πŸ’•

Noble Ideals: Only those having values can believe with noble ideals. And having noble ideals make human beings believe that whatever situation life gives them, there are always meanings to deploy. And it is meanings in life that make human beings live with no regret although they know that their role in this vast universe is just a tiny teeny weeny mini (almost unseen) dot.

Loyalty: Only if I am loyal to my values, I can sustain life. The life I run might not be the most dreamt one; yet it is the best-suited one for me with all the pluses and minuses.

my collection of handmade Batik Parang coloured in natural colouring agents from Mbak Izzah, the daughter in law of Ibu Tien the best batik artisan from Imogiri

Care to try wearing β€œbatik parang”? πŸ’•

Salam.

Friends

My friends are plants grown in a garden called
My heart.

Grow as you wish.
As you are.
There are only two rules here:
Be you responsibly
And root strongly.
Otherwise, you’ll
Get weak
Then withered.
And
Dry
Then....

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I wrote a poem in Bahasa Indonesia in my iPhone about FRIENDS while enjoying today’s lunch: And just now when opening Twitter, I found a thread about 12 levels of friends described in Arabic.

My day is summed up!

All is connected.

πŸ’•

Stones

How many stones, Love
Do I have to leap and count?
I’m happy. To homeβ€”

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my days are like stepping stones to leap for home

Strength

Strength isn’t your arms.
It’s your heart, singing anthem
To be a true self.

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this fellow truly reminded me to keep the faith of being a true self πŸ’•