graphs of my Universe
They say
I can cry with happiness
Today I remade my mother's recipe
And I cried
With joy.
I could cry again for
You.
whole egg, perfect for today’s late lunch
it was yummy I could cry 😂
steam!
In Javanese culinary tradition we call this wrapping technique “tum” or “genem”
put some dollops of coconut cream
salted duck egg, cherry tomatoes, shallots, garlic, galangal, lemongrass, bay leaf, no salt & sugar added — banana leaf always makes Javanese cuisine taste & smell better
Flowers in a jar
Decorated with new leaves--
Does it bring new vibes?
the new vibe is “there are patterns traceable through dots & lines, hues & contrast”
01:01
I'm green, Beloved
Standing as young as a tree
After a shower.
being green is freshly thinking based on what’s my breathing brought me: peace & acceptance
Red round, Beloved
A dot where signal will blink
At a looking eye--
I bought a keychain of Daruma without one eye, wishing to draw the missing one soon when my wish comes true….
❤️
You ask me, my Love
What a heart I want to hug.
That that that sense
Senses as deep, vast, warm and clear
With a throne for it to roar--
roar? or meow…. 😻
It's dandelions
Waving me sweetly saying
"Your greeting turns me
To be."
They nod to my footsteps.
They wave to my breathing.
They be in this journey--
A chain of dreams
That fly to their home,
You.
yellow cuty!
dreams ready to go home
a celebration of meanings
it’s just everywhere — dandelions in Japan grass verge
some to be delivered
Bowing, Beloved
I to all telling me off
That I am lower.
I’m bowing to all, I’m in a lowest position to respect the whole universe–
Thank you.
Streamlined, Beloved
Raindrops slide down on bamboo;
Reaching their sweet home.
Dear Life....
Even if you're as gloomy as dull days,
I'll brighten you up.
There is so much colour saved for
You.
let’s start with yellow
then more…..
yet I truly know my colours don’t always make others’ day so I decided to be as bright as I can be & won’t let others’ colour bother me
Signs are everywhere
Telling me what river says.
Hi Numbers, thank you.
26 is like poets telling me to keep writing poems outside work.
36 is telling me to be just human being.
79 is telling me to make decision strongly when needed.
can you see the bird? 💕 what sign is that?
Tea, Beloved? Yes.
Served with no sugar, with love
In a lovely day
thank you for the company!
be always loved!
How I thank, my love
To the spaciousness within?
Dancing or singing?
Or simply talking nonsense
In a morning cup of tea?
Soaring, Beloved
With this wind beneath my wings--
This breathing frees us.
Rainy nights, my love
Send music that knocks the walls
With a sweet greeting.
This heart is working
And resting while you're pulsing.
Never stop loving--
it’s a machine producing vibe in life, hope in every step — heart it is
She's a ghost within
Drawn with steps, breaths and thoughts.
Colouring a life--
a ghost within reminding me everyday that no one is perfect
a self portrait of 50% or maybe 0% or maybe 100% each day I touch it
looking like a ghost of my own dead
😁
This love, Beloved
Flies from nowhere to your head
That thinks not of me.
Do I exist when you do?
Rose tint that will fade away--
the wish is for red roses but what’s coming is red butterflies that will keep the cycle on and on.
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
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
🌻
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
rike jokanan 
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