Pretty blooms, my love
Silently welcomes a smile.
Always surprising--

do you see the slim line? a stem of flowers to be – golden shower, the shower room gang
graphs of my Universe
Pretty blooms, my love
Silently welcomes a smile.
Always surprising--

do you see the slim line? a stem of flowers to be – golden shower, the shower room gang
How can they be
Part of me?
Emerging
Merging
Like a history.
Who am I? Or who am I supposed to be?
Are those in possibly?
Or none?
Let it be.

Semar
his wisdom & simplicity — my #1 wayang kulit

Anggraeni
my #1 female wayang, a nobody in the wayang box, a loyal wife to a loyal husband — a humble abode for a humble soul

Anoman
he is a symbol of sheer devotion & vitality — what’s more do you want in life?

Larasati
an intelligent woman married to a superior man — still she is willing to be a humble background although she is allegedly much more skilful than her well-known husband, Arjuna

Sri Kresna
I used to misunderstand about his super wised-up character until finding him a mastermind of the biggest battle of a family — The Bharatayudha
no more Sri Kresna as my super wayang

Arjuna
I used to think a perfect man is like him until finding myself as someone who asks too many questions; no perfect man –if like him– can handle me
I let go off him long time ago
😎

Limbuk
I thought I was one princess in the wayang box but I am ok to be her — someone who is willing to be as humble as herself, fun as herself, relaxed as herself, witty as herself, confident as herself, flirtatious as herself, devoted as herself, mature yet childlike as herself, happy-go-lucky as herself
just like herself in herself wherever she is put to be

Bima
my father’s favourite
A cup of coffee
That I've never sipped-- yet I'm
Intoxicated.

Dissolved, Beloved
To the air that we both breathe.
I'm full with your love.

Loving it❣️❣️❣️

I miss playing in the rain, splashing mud to celebrate my day with standing water

loving doing it in front of mirror

a favourite pose of selfie



when I want to look pretty
🌻
What I’ve felt about myself for the last two weeks has been amazing at the same time embarrassing. The amazement of seeing how heart can leap just because of listening to someone’s voice is unbearable. The embarrassment of seeing how this heart is still leaping because of listening to someone’s voice is also unbearable.
Do I want to keep it?
I don’t have any plan. I just want to enjoy how my heart does this so genuinely. And at the same time I probably would love to see if that voice is just an acting disc that hits one wall but actually targets another side. Something new, something that might give me a different turn in my journey– I don’t want to trust any human being living but myself , but this journey is what I believe.
Beloved, show me the true face of Life in which….
You show the true face of Death.
Thank you.

true face of life & death
It's cherry blossom
Gracefully sway down to earth.
Mother's pink blanket--

under late cherry blossom, Himeji
Dress and umbrella
Get wet by the dancing rain.
Water festival--

It's bright, Beloved.
Not a day. Not a night. You--
Shine with rays of sun..

bright within
Shadow, Beloved
With whom this body's playing.
Well dissipated--

some people prefer working on their shadows, I’m in
Oh, Beloved, my!
It's written. Who will read it?
If no heart recites.

maktoub

🍀

💕
It's three, Beloved
Walking the path to the light.
Bless us. Please bless us.

Folded paper, Love
Hides faces, shows a
figure.
Bowing to the soul--

bowing to the soul by not bowing
A dazzling beauty
Charms the sight from a corner.
Heliconia--

heliconia
If I could fold time,
I would fold it a thousand times
So I could meet you soon.
Yet if time were folded a thousand times,
How short time would be,
And how short I can chat with you.
Can time be made origami?
Being a flower when I'm with you,
Its petals would be sprayed with gallons of musk
That evaporates like your shadows--
Being white paper when I'm alone,
It would be on which I write signs
That would easily guide the meanings-- and
The riddle is over.
How about it?

or slow moving fast time
White flowers, my love
Hidden behind a faint smile--
A sweet scene to see

💕
It's all around you
The music that falls in love
With that that plays it.

let’s dance until all notes fall off
Curtains, Beloved:
Drawn to find your pretty face;
Closed to hide my heart--

“hello, black cat”, said a lady
“hello, white shadow”, said a cat
Weeping reed, my love
Sway gracefully by the breeze.
Longing for summer--

💕
Missing the calmness that sings.
Missing the peace that dances.
Missing the cheer than paints.
Missing the stillness that recites.
Missing all that lives caressing this hair
With the breeze of love
Of love
Of love.
Life is just like that.
Just like
You--

Seigaiha
I've started thinking
And it's started with you. You
That I've been thinking--

you’re the rhythm in the musical staff; you’re the rhyme in my head
The waving hair, Love.
The ears listening to you.
Black, white, green and blue.

turquoise, Beloved…. 🍀
being a pawn, Love:
walk up then be anything.
anything. but king--

you just need to safely walk; yet there shall be purpose, plan, strategy, rescue, re-evaluate of steps all the way across the line
🍀
The wolf to the moon
"I miss you, the eye of nights."
She sets, counting days.

time starts with the count of a rise

love starts with the count of a prayer

trust starts with letting go

space starts with acceptance

you & I starts when both howl in unison — calling what’s the moon is hiding
Riding blue, my love
Brings me to a green heaven.
Turquoise celebrates.

Songs I've sung, my love
Call the secret of this life.
Shown before these eyes--

singing to the birds under the Moon
It's either fragrance
Or colours, filling the vase.
Don't forget the shape.

pretty!
Scoop the moon for her,
Who has been waiting for you.
Over and over--

yummy!
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