Chocho – haiku

He’s a yellow cat,
With a hurt back and couldn’t walk.
Much love is showered.

Chocho is one of two kittens that survive of 4 of Mother Prengil. He got an unknown accident that made him not able to walk and just drag his body. I wish I’d be with him to give him medication.

I’m so sorry, Chocho. đź’ť

GH Jakarta, April 19 2018 – 23:10

Home, House, Imagination

When I was 12 years old (I hope I remember that age correctly), I imagined of having a small cabin to live with my four best friends: Rosi, Ana, Nana, Nanik.

Then at the age of 22 I want to have a big two-storey house with luxurious furniture where I can welcome friends to chat things.

Getting older, around 35 I just wanted to have a house. Just a house, any kind of house as I was so tired of renting rooms. And, thanks God I bought a tiny home near  river bank. A small house with two bedroom, enough for me an my cat to live in. It has a small garden to the right side of it – small, really small full with sand for neighborhood cats to poo and play. It has free walls inside for my orchids to hang…. And the front wall for my wijayakusuma to bloom happily. And, it has comfortable space for friends and family to stay overnight or just pay a short visit.

I am so thankful for what I am given in my life. I hope I still have a chance to share more with all my frineds and family and all animals around me.

Light is coiling around me, praying for the best.

My house is there to pray for me…. I’m here somewhere praying for my house.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you….

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Erawan, Bangkok – March 16, 2017 – 22:16

The Biggest Lesson (Pelajaran Terbesar)

Do you still ask yourselves about what is the biggest lesson in your life? Don’t sweat so much. I dare to confidently tell you to stop and halt a moment.

No need to think of having a past life regression session. No need to consult to a shaman anymore. Just see around.

Who is in your family?

That is the biggest lesson in your current life. Your father, your mother, your sister, your brother, your children, your wife, your husband…. They become yours for a reason.

Think of how well you are as you – a child, a sister, a brother, a mother, a father, etc….

If you still find a gap, then bridge the gap and you are doing your biggest homework of life – family.

Never forget your family, the real closest ones in life. Never ignore them, or else you’ll fail the test of life and MUST retake in the next session. You don’t want to retake the same exam, do you?

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See around again…

It is your family the biggest lesson of yours.

Salaam….

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Apakah kamu masih bertanya-tanya apa sebenernya pelejaran terbesar dalam hidupmu? Jangan terlalu dipikirin. Saya berani memintamu untuk berhenti sejenak.

Usah berpikir bikin janji untuk past life regression. Tak perlu konsultasi sama dukun lagi. Lihat saja sekitar Anda.

Siapa keluargamu?

Itulah pelajaran terbesar dalam hidupmu. Ayahmu, ibumu, saudaramu, anak-anakmu, isitrimu, suamimu…. Mereka menjadi bagian hidupmu bukan tanpa alasan.

Pikirkan sebaik apa Anda menjadi Anda sekarang – sebagai anak, saudara, ibu, bapak, dll….

Jika kamu masih merasa kurang baik, segeralah perbaiki diri dan saat itulah kamu mengerjakan PR kamu dalam hidup – keluarga.

Jangan lupakan keluargamu, orang-orang yang sesungguhnya dekat denganmu dalam hidupmu. Jangan abaikan mereka, atau kamu gagal dalam ujian kehidupan dan HARUS mengulang di sesi selanjutnya. Kamu nggak pengen mengulang ujian yang sama kan?

Lihatlah sekelilingmu lagi…

Keluarga lah pelajaran terbesarmu..

Salaam….

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Temasek – January 5, 2016 – 9:00pm

When I Die….

Have you ever thought about death? When you die….
Whom do you want to meet when you die? Ok. When I die, I want….

I want to release all my bonds to this current life.

When I die,
I still want to meet Bob my cat, Greece my cat, Grace my cat, Item my cat, Moppy oh our beloved dog, Tucul and Tesi my tortoises, Kliwon the cat, all the cats I’ve met and all the dogs I’ve met and other animals I’ve never met but I know they’re there…. One dear dog dragging his rear legs somewhere in West Jakarta while I could get off the bus to help (damn, this memory haunts me with guilt), a dog staring at my eyes while he was held by someone to a slaughter house and again I could not help (damn, this experience breaks my heart and still haunts me), all animals having helped me to realize that life is so short yet too precious to be left a sole second for “recreation without creation” or “creation without recreation”. Those animals have led me to create awareness inside my own self while enjoying my existence; they’ve led me to recreate joy to blessings while creating solutions for obstacles in life.

Those animals are so precious.

Ahhh…. My human family still mean something to me and I want to meet them when I die…. But they should come with a group of animals I’ve missed ha ha ha….

I think I’m daydreaming. But seriously, when I die….
I want to release all my guilt and unfinished duties.
Let go….
Then I die happy.

Singapore – July 15, 2015 – 12:12am

Sweet Memory Starts

My son Bob was a cat with soft heart. He would never quarrel except another cat attacked him. He would just groan and groan and groan but did not move from his spot. Only if the other tomcat jumped to him, would he fight to survive.

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He would have a lot of reason to manipulate me. He would kiss my forehead, my nose, my lips or my cheeks to wake me up from my sleep to get whatever he wanted: food, drink or door to open.

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Or, he would slip under my blanket to slew comfortably, only some time then he would climb out of the blanket and sleep above me. He would snore and spread his purring beautiful sound bringing peace into my small bedroom.

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When you grew older, you did not want to cooperate since you had better life outside with your fellow cats. You always scratched the door to go out and it was always at 1:00am…. But for the sake of love, I opened the door for you, Bob…..

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You loved perching on TV as if you were the God of (modern) Cat…. Lovely boy! You are always able to steal my heart, Bob.

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When you were sick, you didn’t moan. You just take a silent position and keep the pain in you. I could not help except giving you the best food and medication which was probably not really the best for you…. I tried hard to keep you next to me, your soul next to mine.

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Then I had to leave Indonesia to pursue my dream…. I cried happy but sad…. I was given a chance to make my self more experienced in life but then I had to leave you. Could I? Who would take care of you, Bob? I had to make a hard decision. I brought you to my mom’s house – she did not have a soft spot for pets indeed.

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I knew you were so sad, leaving your home…. But you trusted me that you would find another home. And, yes my mom fell in love with you.

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I visited you when I had time to sneak out of my hectic days – some leave or long weekend really helped us to meet up…. You looked happy, Bob. We had good time…. I fed you, stroked you, kissed you, hugged you, cuddled you, took picture of you, took care of your body which grew older….

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My mom always said “Bob is a human, he understands how to love, he is more loving than some humans who destroy others’ happiness. Bob has given us a lot of joy…. Thanks God for everything.”

He likes to daydream in the terrace, looking at the other cats that were enjoying his food left-over. Too much to throw away, good to share with other cats…. 🙂

There was a time, we really got angry because of how people treat him. So cruel…. Beat him, splash him with water, hurt him in any way they like just because those neighbours hated cats. But Bob was too weak to counterstrike. He just went home with the wound then we would lovingly treated him until he got well. We loved you, Bob and we do and will always do.

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Then came a message that you were sick, puking all food you ate. Eating then puking two hours later; that was a pattern. My could not do anything. Nobody would help to take her to the vet. She lives in a village where people are busy taking care of their own poverty – there was no thinking of getting medication for animal.

Plus my mom was so busy taking care of my sick sister. I am sorry, my son Bob. We had been so occupied by our humane life that we did not take a good care of you humanely. I am sorry, we are sorry.

My mom said Bob stayed at home since Friday (Feb’ 21) until today when she found him dead on the floor of one cool bedroom – it is where I slept when I was still staying with my family. It is the coolest room in the house.

I don’t want to remember how he died. I want to remember how he lived.

He lived as a son of mine, bringing me joy and a lot of blessings. He has been sacrificing his free will to be my family member. He was so willing to share his pureness with us. He shared his sincere soul to grow among us. He inspired us with love and sincerity. He let himself be part of the madness of human in our life. You gave us love, Bob…..

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I released you with all my heart.

I heard a voice calling my name last night “Rike” and I just thought it was you telling me that it is time. You called me to give a sign…. I should not have been afraid, I should have remembered you who was trying to open the door “home”…..

Now you are home, Bob. It is the real home. Your body is buried but your soul is forever, here guarding me from any not-loving and insincerity. Thank you, son. Thank you for being flower of my soul. I know I am so heartsick, ibu* is so sad, too…. You know it, right? We know you know it. But you smile because it was your time. Time to go home, where we will also go to be together. Play, boy…. Play with the fragrance of flowers among the cats that can fly high to reach the Source without mourning.

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I am sad for I was not with you when you were dying. But I know you know how much I love you. The pictures above are tokens of our relationship son – mother of cat. Hope you care to share your joy with the other souls who have gathered in the other side…. Or, even you care to share with the Source how you have made us accept life as it is.

Bob, you are always in our heart. Even the sweet memories have just started on Feb’ 25 when I heard the message that the bodily Bob died and the soul is wrapped in silk and put in a pretty basket embraced by a pair of sacred angels to the heaven.

Jakarta (Grand Hyatt), February 25, 2014 – 10:21pm

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Asylum

Who needs asylum?

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People who needs protection in one point of view, but considered disturbing in the other one. One group of people  who are considered doing bad things in one country could be one deserved to get an asylum in another country. One (considered) mad man will be committed to asylum because of doing dangerous actions in one society.

Oh, Asylum….

Are you well defined? Do those people really do bad? Or, just want to help the people in their countries to liberate themselves or even just want to help themselves to liberate their mind. Those mad men are probably people who are not well understood by the society.

Asylum is just one place that provide protection until the society can understand what the people and mad men have done. Their actions are just their unique love that will be proven as pure as what saints have showered to the human kind. Their madness is just a way to unravel the twisted knead in their concept of life.

They are not really wrong, they are not really disturbing. They are just lost in their confusion and nobody can accept and help appropriately.

Let’s help ourselves accept the people now living in asylums as they are. They are human beings like us who are waiting to be reborn and become the best light worker on earth.

Just in front of Bunderan HI, Jakarta – February 24, 2014 – 11:29pm

Picture borrowed from http://unhcr.org.au/unhcr/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=304:art-competition-2013&catid=53:wrd-art-contest&Itemid=110

Love Across The Border

I am away from home.

I am far away from family.

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My closest family is Bob – a stray cat I adopted about five years ago when I was living in a rented room in Tangerang. Bob came to my landlady’s house every afternoon when I got home. I used to sit on one sofa inside or outside the house when he started to look at my chewing mouth.

“Are you hungry, cat?” From then on I never forgot to bring some food for him.

Now he is with my mom, in her village — 1,921 kilometres away from Singapore.

He is a spoiled son of mine. Almost all of my mom’s neighbours know that Bob is my “son” and they never dare disturb – if only all knew. Some don’t know and they would do things bad if they feel my cat (or any other cats) don’t behave… Oh man…. You behave please, a cat purely behave – you just don’t know.

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I post Bob’s pictures on my fridge’s body and on the board of my workstation. I will greet his face in the photos everyday when I am in town. When I am traveling I kiss and smile at his saved pics in my smartphone. I feel like Bob is never far from me. My love and care for him is just the same from the first time I trained him to get used to my skin by touching on my toes on his body until finally he is fond of being caressed and stroked.

I sometimes salute him a Namaste from here just to whisper to his soul that we are never apart. Oh, what a special cat he is. Yes, indeed.

Bob was the only friend of mine when everybody did not want to be with me. Bob was the one staring at me when I was crying alone in my house. Bob was the one reminding me when there was someone climbing up to my house rooftop and saved me. Bob was the one who reminded me that there is always a soul caring…. And, he is the one making me so much full of energy in earning money. I sent some money to my mom to buy some food for him and of course for my mom…. 🙂 So simple my motivation, it is just a cat and a woman.

This Chinese New Year I hope I can go back home again to see Bob. I will let him know that my love to him is across the border. Not just a river I can sail across but it is the sky that I fly across to find good life for him.

Hi Bob, thanks for being my dear son for the past five years. Please behave, be healthy and live long. I always miss you….

Yio Chu Kang Rd – January 17, 2014 – 10:13pm

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It was when he was sick before I went to a business trip for 3 days, I put him in an animal clinic that did not take care of him as well as I expected. Well, it was then…. Now he is ok with my mom and sisters.

PRETTY SOCKS FROM MY SISTER

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When I was a girl – about 10 years old,

I studied in a village school,

Students wore uniform – white shirt and crimson red skirt,

Black shoes and a pair of white socks.

Our socks were all the same, white – just white as long as half of our legs.

My sister, she was 16 y.o. at that time and studied in town…

And she would live in a boarding house, coming to visit our family every weekend,

There was a time when she always brought socks for me,

Special socks – because those socks from her were always much more beautiful than everybody else’s, either with pictures of strawberry, flowers, Heidi the Alp mountain girl, colorful, with laces, so many… one pair every week…

I will always remember that… My sister – her name is Andri – was such an angel to me and now she still is… She’s been with my mom, helping her with all the household chores and my mom’s small business, taking care of Bob my cat while I’m away, doing all things she can…

I love you my sister… You are such a beautiful perfect good saint in our family… Please spread your love as always… You are loved. Universe is blessing you…

Singapore, Aug 1 – 23:47

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