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¦










graphs of my Universe
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.

Thereβs home thatβs missed lingering around the heart. Let it in with joy.
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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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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.

Does heaven and earth exist other than in a loverβs smile? Yes. Dream.
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There is always first.
A tree greeting breeze and sky
Comes from minute seed.
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Thereβs always blessing counted through breathing. Close eyes, the air prays for you.
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Days hum with a smile,
Swiping hours of hunger
Leaving only joy.
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Romance is a dimmed space under a dome bedazzled with glowing stars.
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Get home, sweetly smile seeing beauty greets softly. How are you, my love?
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The rose apple is pink enough to be harvested. Itβs the right time.
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About Lucy Van Pelt
Or I call it this, they call it that. It is it. Pronouns that fool aroundβ
Some know, like telling. Some know, donβt tell enjoying the fun of knowingβ
Some names are easy. Some are hard. All refer to one uttered many.
Some are fooled with words, some with views, lots with both. Few are clear with both
Which one is called a blessing? Ahβ¦. Choose a door and say your oath.
Salaam.
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Super charged young boys can beat super charged old champs just with light laughter.
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A shadow haunts me.
How peaceful and safe knowing
Oneβs walking nearby.
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Life pace gets faster,
Food follows the same pattern.
Time and space collide.
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My nephews always want fast food. They said it is good and fast. On the contrary I am not a big fan of fast food. So we always go to fast food restaurants first for them to eat then theyβll drive me to local restaurants for mine.
It takes longer time but giving fair treatment to all fellow travelers are the right thing to do.
Salaam.
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Old bone works so hard
To chase young heart. Worth doing
For meaningful lifeβ
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Rain is a blessing
From the sky before starting
Journey to the north.
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Me: Boys, the rain seem to stay heavy. Boys, are you ok?
Nephews: Yes, it is fun! We just want to pee again!
Me: Donβt pee on your pants ya.
What a conversation!






I left my flowers behind a closed door to be beautiful stories.
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Being young in heart is a challenge for those who goes aging sweetly.
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Traveling with those adventurous always energises me. Otherwise, I prefer (mostly) traveling alone so I can do whatever crazy as I wish.
Enjoying Bali with these two young human beings bring the 5-years-ago me who would move around as if having high power unlimitedly charged. After hibernating because of the dear virus, I want to have my young fun again with my nephews like I did the same fun with myself back then.
Letβs have fun go mad, my dear boys!
Remember, boys! You can smoke cigarette. You can vape. But you canβt alcohol. π
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Sheβs riding the wave
To the North Star. Sheβs gliding,
Conquering her wills.
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How she loves pink rain!
Glistening in the blue sky
Swaying to the earthβ
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