Change Left Behind?

I’m in, Beloved,
Heart and soul. Give me some time,
I might be behind.


Life journey is a bus full of passengers. They are free to choose how to enjoy the ride except to disturb the driver. Some read books. Some sleep. Some look out day dreaming. Some enjoy the running-backwards scenery. Some talk to other passengers. Some try to seduce sexy passengers. Some take chances to steal sleeping people’s valuable belongings. Some complain why it takes so long to reach the destination. Some just look around confused or amazed or stupid or blank. Some do. Some do other things. Some don’t. Many, many and many things are happening in one packed stuffy place, misunderstood as the only whole life.

Which are you, Beloved?

Ah! A decision was made! I’m not in that bus. I got off earlier and am now riding my scooter! I might be left behind but I made a change inside of me! 🤠


de do do do! de da da da!

The Hermit

Laughter,  Beloved,
A curtain shading shadow
Hiding a hermit.
Pulled up, it unhides a smile
Coming out from a long sleep.


Once in while, she chooses to slip in to a hermitage among the daily noise without moving away from the crowd.

one can feel solitude among everyone like one flower among other flowers, one leaf among other leaves, a tree among other trees

Strong Weakness

Weakness, Beloved
A bamboo bent by the wind,
No crack found. Intact—


They call it weak, bamboo just sways beautifully. They call it havoc, bamboo just jerks along the storm rigorously.

Bamboo stays strong with its hollow and light life.

Salaam. 💞

bamboo blowing in the wind from

The Director

Her life, Beloved,
Perfectly-directed film
Ready for Oscars—


She sometimes forgets that life is a performed script in which she is casted to act out a given role the best she can. She should follow the director’s direction and directive.

What about spectators? She should ignore spectators. Spectators are stars whose job is to see and comment on the film. And they pay for what they see and comment. The payment goes to the stars!

So, dear Star. Fix your moves. Better your expression. Tag your ears with the melody. Live in harmony, with your own self like Javanese Bedhaya performers who are meditatively drowned in the sacred composition.

Oscars are waiting.…

…. Only if you play all out!

Heart and soul dancing through body 💞

Alhamdulillah 🌻

The Director from Pinterest
Bedhaya, the epitome of Javanese dance