Marble Cake

Marble cake, my Love
Calls me to sweeten my days
With sugar and scent.

marble cake is one favourite of mine; it’s sweet that never fails to make me smile anytime I bite from every slice of it

me is about meaning and my marble cake is not excluded

like marble, it’s layered of taste, chocolate, vanilla, butter, crisp, moist & fluf exactly like memories of my life that is always full of love

once my readers asked me love will bore you and stop you from singing; I said no as my love isn’t about what’s outside, it’s about what’s skin, flesh, bones and marrow, it’s about muscle and about memories– the whole concept and its compliance altogether that will never fade away through known dimension

and love isn’t about someone else other than me, it’s about how layers of truth are formed with all the falling in love and broken heart in life, even the thinnest love & the slightest broken heart

have you ever seen an orchid shows its bud? that’s a thinnest falling in love

have you ever waited a taxi then suddenly the driver cancelled the order? that’s a slghtest broken heart

I’ve been falling in love to someone that’s so special: that’s a thickest love and losing someone that I’ve loved the most: that’s the biggest broken heart

and those in the middle, a lot

yes, my life is like marble and also marble cake, layered with tastes

and I never want to trade it with anything else

☘️

About A Year

About a year, Love
Where you're present and again
Giving me all joy-

2024 was such a year! Thanks much for the one year teaching me again to warmly love sincerely with little to no condition: unclear hints that broke my heart. Life is not always about glory; it’s also losing to win lessons.

2024 was about sudden trips & data as professional breakfast & lunch. I see how fast I process biased opinions & immediately detour to the right path! Such a training by & for brain muscles!

2025 is about continuing my spiritual journey with the same foundation: singularity, uniqueness & humanity;

also about doing my life work with dedication & expertise;

sweet friendship with those that respect and love each other as best friend;

about enjoying long weekends in Korine Jati soon & enjoying longer holiday somewhere else;

about keeping sharing the blessings with those around me verbally, materially, intelectually & spiritually in moderation;

& knowing & loving myself again, again, again….

…. all genuinely & with light heart.

Welcome, 2025. I already feel your sweetness.

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2025

dear, monkey mind

i don’t regret but it was the most painful moment in 2024 and thankfully i was helped by my life work

i love my messy hair that gets happy with breeze caressing it and my eyes that tell even when my mouth shuts

2024, thank you for bringing Banksy’s works of art to Scotts Road

It Is April And – haiku

It is April and
Two of my resolutions
Have wildly unmet.

Singapore – April 4, 2020 / 15:00

One of my 2020 resolutions is high price of my company stock price. And in the first quarter I’ve got to accept a bitter fact that it went down to a point that I could not tolerate. It was almost 50% dropped.
I can only hope that it soars up with magical wings slowly and surely. Better future is always the best probability.

The other one is holiday.
There won’t be a short holiday in the first half of the year. September will be without long holiday as there will be more things to cover in the second half of the year after this virus outbreak — if and only if this outbreak is settled by mid of the year.
I can only hope that next year I’ve still got time to have long even longer holiday. Always hoping for the best…. 🥰

This tiny creature called virus has shattered my ego, leaving me a powerless human being with dysfunctional plans and aborted wishes. I don’t blame that virus as they probably naturally live like that. Let’s just make sure that our body is not their nice cozy home to survive.

Thanks, Virus for reminding me to stay humane with all types of broken heart yet to stay alert that the smallest thing can be the most lethal.

I’m sending love to myself and to beloved Coronavirus….

May all beings be happy. 🙏

No Need To Tell Them – haiku

No need to tell them
That your heart bleeds dry of Love.
Theirs might have bled, too.

 

Here now with myself


Sometimes we cry in the dark alone because of repeated broken heart. Sometimes you just wanna leave, run somewhere where no hurt can be felt. Don’t! Just stay!

And don’t blame on others that you think have broken your heart. No. The heart is yours to embrace, to love, to fix, to regrow…. You can do it. Don’t tell them how suffering you are because they might suffer at the same level, or even worse.

Just pray…
That we all will value the Love better and never break any heart anymore,
Especially our own heart.

Salaam for all of you who love your heart. Take care.

The link below is where I borrow the picture from, it is a very beautiful writing about heart. The Most Beautiful Heart

https://madamsabi.wordpress.com/2014/08/24/the-most-beautiful-heart/

wpid-heart-made-of-hearts

Weeping Ney – free verse

Ney….
Your song pulled me down in to the depth of abyss
Gliding with no weight,
Free falling –

Ney….
Your tone touched me on the hollow emptiness
Craving for sensations,
Crashing on nothingness.

Ney….
Your call dragged me along the path that I know well, yet
I am lonely and blind,
Waiting for a map.

Ney….
Do you know I’ve been here all my life,
My breath,
My step,
My tear,
My despair,
All of mine.

Ney….
You are the breeze that sweeps my draught
Then soars;
The dewdrop that breaks my morning
Then wakes up;
The spark that lights up my flame
Then burns.
The dirt that buries my hope
Then grows.

Ney….
It is you
That swirls like earth spiraled upwards by tornado,
And travels afar before it hits the door of heaven.

Ney….
I am taking your hands.
Your weeping cries will always accompany my journey
To you, Ney.

Phnom Pehn – August 2, 2019 – 22:45

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_0xQDCfY8TI