graphs of my Universe
If home’s made of dreams,
It’s green, warm and musical;
Or nothing at all.
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exhausted like heaven! the toilets and cleanliness imprison me, the railway system bids me a farewell — not a perfect home of mine 💝 Singapore and Indonesia is the best home of mine 💝
home is where new dreams are ready to come true 💝
dandelions ready to fly 💝
Last night
I dreamt
All white.
Today the dreams
Come true.
White is paper
On which I write,
With which I hope,
Through which I walk,
By which I am guided.
White is that
I trust,
Love,
Respect,
Witness.
I will be white
Even if it is broken.
Broken white—
That is more
Than just enough.
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Wear white and you’ll feel good!
💝
in outer from Hanoi; white is good even in the dark
in a white short-sleeve kebaya from Uluwatu Handmade Balinese Lace
parang in white from Batik Baronggung, Tulungagung, my mother’s town 💝
white linen is a simple comfort
white apparel makes me feel good 🥰 the white hair does too 🤩
feel good as good as white dreams flying to find their home 💝
Catch my dreams, my love
The ones I could not.
Share the joy, my love
The one I would enjoy.
Let’s smile together
At the road we’ve taken.
You might have missed some dreams
Caught by your beloved around.
We’re dream catchers
Catching the ones
Delivered by the brightest fireflies.
Happy for good
Joyful forever.
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A white lamb on the lap of a dreamer daydreams of her dreaming sweet.
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Sweet dream is a gate
Out to where dandelions
Let their achenes fly.
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There’s only one way to leave a forest: its edge. Throw away the doubt.
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A beautiful view
Conjured by moon, sunk by sun.
It feels faraway,
A dissipating shadow.
At least I dream about you.
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Sunday, did you conspire with the sun to snap my dream? Never mind. I’ll call the moon again to get it back. 😄
Happy Sunday!
Fly free, Beloved.
Go home when you understand
That you’re peace itself.
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Dream is but a dove flying free and to go home when knowing who it is.
May all beings be happy,
A dream, Beloved,
A bloom of sleep or a sign?
Each has drawn a smile.
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Sometimes a dream brings me to an immediate mood of contacting a friend. Last night I dreamt of someone who has set a strong boundary against me. I dreamt of this person surrounded guarded almost like being swarmed by many tough guys and beautiful ladies; becoming the top of all! Waking up this morning, I decided to text this person who has blocked me in WhatsApp (of course I made mistake as the reason) and summarised my dream— what I didn’t tell was that those guys and ladies in my dream rigorously chased me away. And as expected of course no reply; maybe another anger and frustration against this ridiculous me 🙃
Then I prayed that this friend is enjoying the best time of life; which must be happening now.
I’m still smiling remembering the dream. How could it be such dream? Scary yet entertaining! I must have been traveling to a multiverse! Maybe it was a sign about a raising boundary; or simply because I was too tired!
Thanks for the dream.
Dream is more than true.
It’s alive in different world.
Sail, Dream. Sail to me.
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If you’ve got dreams, never kill them no matter how impossible they look, with one condition: they should be good dreams that don’t harm other creatures. Live with the dreams. Ship them to reality with all whispers and prays.
Dreams are standing in queue, waiting for the door to open up to them.
Just like my biryani!
I don’t mind throwing up biryani today. 😁
Salaam….
I love myself who
Loves you with unsent flowers
And restricted time.
What about you, Love?
Have you fallen in love, too
With me? Or never?
You love yourself who
Loves me loving you. We’ll meet
When the dream is done.
When will it be, Love?
You hold the ropes of all joints,
Awaken by you.
I wish to wake up
Before sunrise when we are
Still madly in love.
I wish you are there
Holding my hand, flying me
To next dreams with love.
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Too much love will kill? It depends on how love is defined.
Why killing if it is the reason why I wake up in the morning,
…. If it is the cause that drives me to wish happiness,
…. If it is a detail that makes a picture clear,
…. If it is the air running through respiratory system,
…. If it is the blood flowing through capillary system,
…. If it is the history through which one reality lives and dies then lives then dies then lives again and again and again to meet you?
I am afraid you are not awake when I am, or you are awake when I doze off.
Can we meet in each other’s dream at least?
Salaam….
I lost a fur of my dream catcher.
The play-smart mind told me
“Find what’s the cause.”
The relaxed mind of me replied
“Alamak… It’s just a metal.”
The play-pretty mind said
“But it is now less pretty!”
The play-wise mind said
“Small one. I’m just being careless. Ok!”
The greedy mind said
“That’s a good reason to buy new ones!”
From behind the door, the naive one said
“Why so noisy? It doesn’t kill.”
…… #@$%^&*!
And the core is just smiling, not even opening its eyes.
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When talking to one’s own self, one should be ready to feel like crazy inside because one will suddenly realise even within one there are this one and that one, each of whom is craving for attention and needing entertainment.
Get entertained instead and they’ll be the most attractive acrobatics!
May all beings be happy.
Dogma, Beloved,
The least she can hold in life.
She is full of quests.
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What human beings should think of being sick is it is a tool materialised by Life to make them stop or at least slow down especially from analysing every single thing. Yet human beings often forget that blessing should not be always gift-wrapped in fancy paper with ribbons; it might be sometimes humbly bundled in a sack.
Blimey! Why do I have so many sacks? And poorly unable to untie them successfully 😎
May all beings be happy.
This night gets longer. More dreams linger in silence. Lid the bucket list.
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I pray to have enough time to be able to visit all places in my bucket list as 2020 and 2021’s trips are unchecked. If only dreaming is stoppable,
Thanks God I enjoy getting lost walking or biking that’s the best option in this cute island.
May all beings be happy.
🍀
Seeing morning’s sun, Warmed by noon’s, serene through moon. Only where I am.
Ever thought that where you are is not the best place on earth? Change your mind soon!
I’ve always loved Asia especially South East Asia. People might think it’s because I’m now living in that place and never go anywhere else. Yes, that’s a primary reason but there are other reasons.
Long story short, I tried short stays in different places with different climates and culture and I conclude that where I am now is the best place: enough sun everyday, relatively same length between night and day the whole year. What’s more we can find friendly neighbours —in big cities people are less warm but relatively quite friendly, access to more vegetables and fruit, food is tastier with touch of herbs, more affordable living cost, and so on and so forth.
Last but not least in where I live spirituality is a daily life blended with nature— no I’m not talking about religion, institutional religion isn’t an interest of mine anymore. People don’t have to wait until certain days to pray, God or god is just a daily reality, sacred in the heart normal topic in public. People don’t have to organise registered charities to help others; not all people are trustworthy but I love in a circle where integrity is topmost criteria to survive. People don’t have to be certified to teach spirituality class; when I was young I simply knocked on neighbours’ doors and asked them about cultural and spiritual wisdom and we didn’t have to pay a cent.
Not ideal to all, but that’s a perfect life to this person
I’ve always dreamed to have a home base in culturally-integrated-not-so-crowded city like Bali, Yogyakarta or Ayutthaya when not traveling. It’s gonna be a sweet, warm landed property that once in a while welcomes family and friends to share ideas about this fun life and their great mind. Oh, don’t forget with lots of plants and at least two cats around! Dog? Maybe, the lazy one so that we don’t have to walk it everyday 😘
Dream on, dear Self. Hug the imagination while weekend is around. 😁
Don’t forget to wakey, wakey on weekdays! 😁
May all beings be happy.
Look at the light waves!
Blinking, glittering around —
Pixie dust in air.
Picture borrowed from https://www.pinterest.com/pin/279223245623634469/
Singapore – November 24, 2016 – 11:30pm
Two dogs and a cat
Stroll in joy, breathing sweet air
In a green valley.
How big is my dream of having a green valley? So big…. Why? Because I want as many animals as possible to live happily in the valley, as many farmers as possible to earn good living in the valley, and as long as the earth can sustain the valley stays green…. And, so be it with faith….
Singapore – May 14, 2016 – 5:01pam
Suddenly she wants —
To own a field of rice and flower.
A fragrant farmer.
GH Jakarta – April 14, 2016 – 10:05am
I think about death, a lot… But I haven’t thought of whom I want to be remembered when I am gone, until yesterday when I met one of my best friends in Juanda International Airport before I flew back to Singapore.
What do I want to be? Have I done enough in my life? Gosh, I’ve always thought of to be humble but actually I let my own self forget what mission I bring along through my birth.
No dream? I’ve always had a dream.
…. To make my family happy. Is that all?
No….
I’ve always wanted to support my beloved animal rescuers. Is that all?
No….
I’ve always wanted to get all my assignments well done. Is that all?
No….
Hmmm….
So many in the list if I ought to jot down all what I want to accomplish.
Let me make it simple.
I want to be original me. Genuine….
I want to be the best of me.
I want to be predicated as “Mission Accomplished” as my current life.
Temasek – December 28, 2015 – 8:05pm
Each day’s passing by.
Men drop items to; then take them —
From a bucket list.
Singapura – April 7, 2015 – 7:16
Picture borrowed from http://henryharveybooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/bbbb-the-bucket-list.jpg
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