Beautiful, my love
The arranged colours and scents--
The heart shines brightly.
pretty like me 😁
Arranged
Tag: flowers
Eyes to Mind
What she needs, my love
A jar of coloured petals
That smile to her mind--
heliconia is always a nice welcome
or an orchid that’s bright
never a bottle of wine
just a cool towel and a cup of lemongrass tea next to a carnation
Beauty Today
What's beauty today?
Ants partying in some blooms
For sweetness of life--
no, I don’t want to focus on what I experience as bitterness too long
why should I age with heavy burdens if I can live in my second half of my life with light heart (that’s if I live 100 years)
I will see bitter day just as a bitter gourd for me to carve to be beautiful garnish or to cook in nice recipe; or better seeing it as bitter dark chocolate 😘
I just won’t let others play around as they love to tease others fr sport; no! My life is too precious to waste just for those who think life is fun when wasted with no clear design 🥰
Beauty Today
Beauty today, Love
Is about about colours and shapes
Softly touch the heart.
as close as I could, I felt a tap on my broken heart telling me “life is just like that, beauty lies on the tiniest part of your own heart, not others'”
at closer glance the colours gave me some soft touch on my heart who is longing for honest heart to talk about love, life with sufficient laughter
today I worked under a tamarind tree across a construction site and found a tiny beauty, a grass flower inviting me with its enticing colours
Good Morning
from a stem of orchids protruding through the balcony trellis
to those starting their weekend
Carnation
Carnation, dear love
Blooms in February for you.
It vibes with this heart.
I’m Yours
Your heart, Beloved,
Is yours. We though share one soul
Bonding us for good.
I send love to your heart while
The soul hugs us forever.
everything looks beautiful when seen with love
this is one of 6 stems of orchids celebrating life before they dry out some time later, reminding me to keep sharing love and compassion until my existence changes dimension
thank you, dear orchids
Flowers in Hanoi
Thank you, Hanoi. See you again in October.
this is a common scene in Hanoi’s morning
welcoming guests
decorating the gate
sleeper’s buddy
prime time
orange hibiscus
red hibiscus
flowers don’t discount findings 😊
My Life Is Poetry
My life is poetry
I recite in solitude.
As short as Basho's haiku,
As long as Bhagavad Gita--
No ears are to hear,
No critic is to review,
As private as a fetus in the womb, dearly loved--
As hidden as an unexplored cave, well protected--
There will be time when it travels out
To a place called a meadow of flowers
Where words become meaningless,
Senses truthfully shout.
That day I'll recite my life
To that whom I truly endear.
That day I'll sing my song
About the love I truly adhere.
a humble life is a tiny drop of water pushing out ripples on a placid pond– hidden and loved
Dear Sky
Looking for one face behind the cloud,
I meet a smiling sky whispering
"Land and meet one while your feet are on the ground."
Dear sky,
How paradoxical this dream is!
I've dreamt of a perfect angel
Only to find that the perfect is a real sample of imperfection.
How paradoxical this fear is!
I've been afraid of imperfect ghost
Only to see that the imperfect is a real specimen of perfection.
How paradoxical that both perfection and imperfection reside in the same home!
Step by step
I crawl down from the bed
And go to the garden
Where I guess singing birds are hopping from one swaying twig to another,
Butterflies are flying around bright coloured flowers.
What I find is silent dews gliding on sleepy leaves,
Dragonflies perching on tips of coarse leaves.
They're though real and I befriend with a verse of beauty.
Dear sky,
Always bring me naked truth with which I can be real.
Thank you.
it’s not where i want to find you; if you’re there, i will immediately leave you because it mustn’t be the real you
💕
Lotus You Are
Silently I pass by,
You gracefully nod to me
Like my mom waving hand at me.
Lotus,
You're there observing me
And others living so busy.
You're mute witnessing
How hectic human's life can be,
No second can be wasted
To earn
Yet every breath is missed
To learn.
lotus in the hotel court yard
in silence witnessing life
Flowers from Banksy
Banksy,
It throws me flowers
At a silent weekend.
I'm dead.
Have a nice weekend, everyone!
Banksy’s work of art
Hi, Pretty!
Hi
Pretty!
Your timing is mine.
You greet me when I've lost hope
That you're still excited to bloom.
Life is mysteriously turning
Hopelessness to light steps
To what's called
Keep going.
she paused her blossom after some time moving to the balcony — the shower area didn’t offer enough sun by then
just this afternoon when checking the leaves, i found her flowers❣️ you never give up, dear orchid
thank you!
blessing is for those not quitting
❣️
Morning
Morning brings me heart
Newly dipped in coloured hopes
To welcome new days.
maroon heliconia
yellow heliconia
the sun showing his radiance
Destined
All roads are destined
To an end where wish comes true
Or breath takes a rest.
not destined to be a drinker — i didn’t even enjoy the 0%
destined to embrace beautiful flowers ❣️
You Are Beautiful
You are beautiful
Because this heart has the eyes
Of a butterfly.
White Life
Every life's reborn
Through flowers peeping in Spring.
Greeting a new life--
calla lily symbolises rebirth and a good luck
For You
For:
You
Who breathes love in silence,
Who touches heart in secret,
Who smiles in the dark,
Who listens to whispers,
Who reads all scrolls,
Who kisses faraway dreams;
Take these roses,
That dance with the wind,
That spread strange chemicals,
That show off colours,
That boast deadly pricks,
That symbolise love,
That decay over time.
if i were roses, what would life be?
What If Today Is My Last Day?
Won't be using this body forever,
Won't be celebrating the same victories forever,
Won't be losing the same battles forever,
Won't be this forever,
Won't be that forever,
And so it is,
Let a best be accepted--
A long sleep is waiting
Maybe tomorrow,
Maybe today.
this beauty experienced dead as seed, dead as sprout, dead as bud, dead as blossom, dead as fruit even not met the fruition yet this was once lived and loved
never underestimate any size of life; it is all enough
never miss appreciation to all blessings
❣️
No Worry
No flower's worried.
Bloom to fruition or vase,
No competition--
Happy Vesak Day 💕
Plunge
Life is a wide pool.
It takes plunges to the deep
To find an ocean.
one flower = one plunge in the pool after work
KL is serene tonight to plunge to a bowl of light in the dark
Decorated
Are we decorated
By life?
Or is life decorated
By us?
—
a lobby well decorated
A Little Frog
A little frog leaps
Across ocean in a pail.
Clean water splashes.
—
ranunculus, the little frogs ☺️
Tested Every Day
Failure seems ordinary
As I am tested every day
And pass
With or without flying colours.
I just need
A faith to cling that
I am not alone battling.
There is you.
There is
You.
—
very much welcome – tested by beauty; i could not stop wowing in silence 😍
i am fasting and getting tested with these sweets and freshness 😍 not difficult to pass this easy test though
Dark
I can see beauty
Through silhouette in the dark
With thin shed of light.
—
Bright
Light brings bright to rose.
Light brings image to her eyes.
Bright in and bright out--
—
Scattered
I'm foraging beauty
On my way to work,
To shop,
To travel,
To eat out;
And
On my way to kitchen,
To balcony,
To a room,
To the loo.
Beauty is just scattered by
You.
—
white, yellow, fragrant, pretty, soon to dry then to produce seed for another orchid to bloom 💕
blooming time for the pigeon orchids along the Yio Chu Kang Road next to my office – this appearance can be seen in almost all of the big trees around this road
The Extremes
What makes you pretty
Is the smile
That is pulled
From two extremes,
Left and right.
The extremes make you pretty.
Oh, Dear!
You're extremely pretty.
—
extremely pretty 💕
Beauty
Among petit rain
Bright colours start a new day.
Beauty knows her way.
—
orchids
Garden of Roses
My heart is a garden of roses
That bloom
When I feel
You.
My heart is a garden of thorns
That prick
When I think of
You.
—
wishing that a climbing rose grows and blooms happily in the kitchen door 💕 my guests will feel the beauty without having to think of the gardening
picture from Pinterest
rike jokanan 
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