Gifts to You

These gifts, Beloved,
Peace and love hummed to loved ones
Living here and there

One of the Javanese and Islamic teachings that I will never leave for the rest of my life is sending gift of prayer containing peace and love to my loved ones wherever they are, whether they are physically wandering on earth or spiritually gathering around life.

I believe that my passing-away ancestors are living in different levels of consciousness (call it hell, heaven or somewhere in between up to your liking) and they are watching their offsprings without being able to directly communicating with us. They deserve my gift as they have been my line to get the chance to be here now. They deserve peace and love as they have done the best they could to draw a meaningful family tree. Yes, some might have made silly mistakes but hey that’s what Buddhism calls “karma”. Yes, some might have caused shameful stains on the family picture but hey that’s what Islam calls “alam syahadah”. Whoever and whatever they were, all of my ancestors deserve good wishes sung to them.

I also wish peace and love to those I love still breathing the air. Wishing all of them health and happiness. 💝

We Javanese Muslim will send gift by reciting some Javanese prayer closed with Alfatihah, a short chapter in the Quran containing peace, love, praise, forgiving, protection and guidance. A basket of beautiful wishes—

How light this heart is to be sure that all whom I love are well.

Alfatihah to all whom I love. You’re loved. You’re blessed. Don’t shop too much. 😁

Happy weekend!

born as part of a nation doesn’t make someone higher or lower – being born a Javanese, Aborigine, African, Arab, Chinese, English, Indian, Japanese, Korean, Sundanese, Vietnamese or whatever is a gifted tool to contribute the best quality of culture in sustaining and respecting humanity – respect yourself, respect other human beings 💕
if not respected (by you), your origin will be a boomerang (spun around hitting you) – be grateful for being born as you are, never wasted, fully loved, surrounded by beloved only if you accept who you are 💕

BOOMERANG

BOOMERANG

Terbang seperti burung

Berputar seperti gasing

Berdesing seperti peluru

Mendesis seperti semburan kembang api

Melintas di jalur lurus (yang pasti berbelok)

Tass!!!

Kutersungkur kesakitan.

Lemparkan saja

Kutahu kau memburu ketabahanku

Kusadar kau menginginkan keikhlasanku

Kucium rencanamu—

Membuatku tak berdaya di tempatku—

Supaya tak mengikuti langkahmu

Amboi…

Kau lupa kau bukan orang Aborigin

Yang ahli melemparkan boomerang dan menangkapnya

Sebentar lagi instrumen itu kembali pada punggungmu

Tass!!!

Kau tersungkur kesakitan.

Aku masih tersenyum geli

Melihat mata sombongmu mengemis

Mendapati jiwamu meronta

Memanggilku dalam diam

Haruskah kutertawakan si pengirim boomerang

Atau kutolong ia walau telah melukaiku?

November 2, 2008 – 6:29pm