Dandelion

Achene’s a message
Sent to wish more joy and bliss.
Sad no more, dear earth.

Each day new day. It is equivalent with Javanese wisdom “mati sajroning urip” which literally means “dead within life”. It is a very deep wisdom teaching Javanese human beings to let the old self to transform to the new one. It is simply acknowledging that some problems are let go and self is moving on with better understanding about what life is truly is.

If life challenge is considered a seed, it will free the human being, fly away to fall on Mother Earth’s lap somewhere and be part of green woven blanket beautifying and cooling.

Life is just like that.

Salaam.

dandelion (Randa Tapak in Javanese)

Bright Day

Bright day, Beloved,
Brought by bright colours or thoughts
About tomorrow—

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Stuck is just stuck! What colours she should put on the day, only Heaven knows. It doesn’t get better, it just gets full and dirty. Maybe tonight Hermes will come to her dreams, bringing a message about what colours she should splash and stroke on the canvas to become a decent outcome….

…. Or Mercury will communicate about what and what on where, when and how. What about who and whom? Ahhhh! Ignore those gossiping and discouraging.

Well…. Welcome, Monday. Please be nice to me. 🤓

May all beings be happy.

♥️

weekend is primarily about washing, painting & drawing, singing random stupid lyrics and planning the Monday brightness 😎
hey, tell me if there is any message for me 🪶

Tickling My Ego

Sometimes I’m somebody
At a conference room
Where win-win
Isn’t always a solution.
Powerful—
Decisive—

Sometimes I’m anybody
When long lost friends
Suddenly say hi and cry
“Would you please help? Would you help?”
Unconditional—
Used—

Sometimes I’m everybody
When I blindly devote myself,
When I wholeheartedly do everything needed,
When I run around everywhere to find you.
Preoccupied—
Stand-alone—

Sometimes I’m nobody
When I feel my heart beats,
My breath slows down with calmness,
When I know nobody is with me.
Blissful—
Submissive—

Thanks, my body.
You’re a complete gift to me.

I dedicate the above free verse to Emily Dickinson who has touched my life with many of her poems especially “I’m Nobody! Who are you?”

🐣

Salaam.

this poem was introduced by Ibu Siti Parwati Soemarto, our lecturer who always challenged her students to bravely see who we truly are – 28 years ago! damn I’m an old nobody! how bitterly fair life is! Terima kasih, Ibu Soemarto. 💝

Smooth Not Smoothy

These ears, Beloved,
A pair of love birds in love.
Treble and bass on—

Finding a sanctuary in a breezy evening.

Salaam 😇

a home with smooth jazz is heaven on earth – and silky smooth touch of cold hell of doing some Japanese class homework

Flowing

The flowing rivers
Full with floats and mud blocking—
My idea stuck.

It takes space to bring creativity back like river needs cleaning and dredging to make it flow again.

Picasso, help meeeeee!

May all beings be happy.

thinking about colours can be a traffic jam like a canvas standing in the middle of toilet, bedroom, storage and where I stand 🤹🏼‍♀️

Voice

The voice floats away,
Traveled to where dreams reside.
A gentle smile blooms.

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Lyrics are often more appealing than the musical composition in the song. They either compliment the composition or ruin it, at least to these ears.

Musical composition without good lyrics is good sleep without snoring. 😴😝

this song is full of beautiful everything 🥰 happiness, sadness, hope and despair, flowing music and sweet diction – 君だけ わかってよ わかってよ

Trust & Accept

Laughter, Beloved
Takes trust before exploding.
Accepting what is—

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I had a conversation with one friend about acceptance and trust.

This friend is one of my favorite as she is the struggling among us but the one with the biggest acceptance and trust to the life process. She’s been in all tests of life that might have made her a tough lady. Or probably she was just born that way and so she can pass all tests.

She said that trust is very important, only trust to the processes of life can make her accept whatever is presented by life. It has turned her into this current posture and gesture – tough yet kind.

Talking to an honest yet witty friend is a privilege, listening to her funny stories is like unwrapping hidden wisdom. How would a human being be that tough yet kind? She reminds me of my mother and some people around me.

friends laugh at each other, but touch each other’s heart the most

Yet I never want to be like them as being like them means dealing with roughest surface of life. I’m sufficiently thankful being me.

Thank you so much for giving me good friends as present. I will love them without being them. ♥️

Hey! But sometimes my ears feel like exploding with the length of the call. For full jokes, call at weekends only please….. 😚

Amazing Day

No day but today
The remembrance about you
Lives through melody.

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Amazing day is when my teacher said that my guitar playing is getting better. 💃🏽

There will be one day perfectly amazing when Coldplay’s Amazing Day is smoothly played along by me. Soon, soon!

Thank you, Sunday. Welcome, Monday.

goal guitar cover of Amazing Day – a must happen!!!
or this! 👏🏼
😱

What’s Behind Beauty

They live in the mud.
Flowers wanted. Story not,
Real beauty that’s missed—

Dark and bright, two limits that often corrupt my perception of facts and so affect many plans. In fact both bring different strengths supplementally support my life.

What is it about? Oh, it is just about that night ride is cool and serene, morning ride is colourful and fresh.

In the dark I hear more; when it’s bright., I see more.

Hey! Riding morning makes skin darker! Damn right! 😿

Salaam.

the blooming happiness along my normal route of fun this morning
they’re all resting buds last evening
mostly living in cluster, colourful
same colour cluster
two of them
living at the edge
solo
isolated duo
supporting system
hidden
some can see their reflection on the water, some not 💝

good time

Good time, Beloved,
Sitting silently, centred.
Grazing on the time—

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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.

don’t disturb, she’s enjoying her good time as if she’s real – is she?

What is your name, dear? Deer!

what is an animal as sturdy and cold as metal? this! is it real?

Are you a buck or a stag? You don’t look like one. Or, you look like both?

Sheltered

The dark shelters you
From the dark behind the light.
Blinking starry eyes—

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Vision sits silently through blinking light, on and off showing clarity of direction.

Thanks for everything.

Salaam. 🙏🏼

you see through the right eye – no, no, not always right

Go Jazz

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 time… and space? Seems space never takes my side. 😎

Jazz each day up!

⭐️

Java Jazz is on – wish I were it 🎷🎺

to a secret love across the ocean ⭐️

To The North Star

Forward, Beloved,
To the North Star. Ride the wind.
Ignore the thunders.

⭐️

Lower Seletar Reservoir – thousands of mosquitoes but breezy and serene to see bright stars
in good mood with red riding hood 🚴🏻‍♀️

Yellow

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 isn’t my favourite colour but the yellow crocus is one of those I’m wanting to see with naked eyes to witness Mother Earth’s generosity even in its coldest period.

May time lets me explore more places on earth.

🐣

yellow crocus, brightness coming out of the icy blanket
imperfect drawing but making my day relaxed and bright

SIN – May 25, 2022 / 21:57

Coming Out of The Dark

Did you see the light
Or the dark? Or both? Or none?
Now you see the light.
the light behind the cloud yesterday. magnificent

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 what’s 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.

my sister lent her cassette to me and this song was ever favorite – cassette? what a history, so dark yet beautiful, giving me some enlightenment 😎

Here – May 25, 2022 / 20:15

Taken for Granted

For granted I take
The green, the blue and the red
Until they turn grey.

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Sometimes I’m thankful that I’m not given opportunity to have children. I can’t imagine what playfulness and nature exploration they will have in their future with very minimum real nature around. I’m thankful. 🥰

Sometimes I’m broken-hearted that I’m not given opportunity to have children. I can’t 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. I’m selfish. 😐

Meanwhile I’m 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. I’m blessed. 🥰

♥️

just realised there is a fully shaven greenery farther across the road 🙃
zoomed in – oh…. maybe not long after this the greenery around me will turn to patches of garden and playground among grey concrete 🙃

How Was The Day

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.

creative people turn poverty to joy 🙃 slapstick isn’t my favourite but this channel has made me laugh out loud, roll on the floor on one slow Monday.

Amazing Day

Amazing day, Love,
Completing what’s committed
Without supervised

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. 💓

Welcome, Monday!

this song is a magic to laundry 😘
amazing day is this! ironed clothes, good help for good sleep 😎
yes, you can!!!!!! 🥹