Pink roses in a vase welcome seven cold guests, turning them to smiles.
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graphs of my Universe
Pink roses in a vase welcome seven cold guests, turning them to smiles.
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Dear, day.
Do you know that I never stop waiting for you?
When my watch ticks a second,
My heart drips a note,
My pulse vibrates softly,
I know I am closer to you.
Dear, day.
Do you know that every part of you blesses me?
When morning breaks,
Noon flares,
Dusk fades to night,
I know the next you is waiting
For me.
Day oh day
Many I can’t understand,
Much I can’t decipher,
Little I can see,
Very few I can give
Yet I still hope
To meet you again.
Dear, day.
How I am blessed with family,
Gifted with friends,
Sufficed with this self,
You are still the one
Sung by this heart.
Sunday
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Saturday
All have been today
And never faded away.
I am blessed, day
With another you
In the best way.
And for you
I am grateful.
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In a bright corner she’s seen. The sun sends her light reflecting bright life.
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Get home, sweetly smile seeing beauty greets softly. How are you, my love?
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I left my flowers behind a closed door to be beautiful stories.
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Perennially
Love celebrates all seasons
Cycle by cycle.
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There’s a gate open
Giving ways to a garden
Where buds greet sweetly.
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Continue blooming. Time brings seasons and moments unwrapping secrets.
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The best secrets are those explained by the beauty of silence of the blooming orchids. Thank you, Gusti Allah for all your love and guidance. I’ll keep all secrets secret like I take care of all my beloved orchids. I’ll keep all love love like I take care of my own self.
Salaam.
Orchids are blooming,
Telling her to keep smiling.
Smiling is charming.
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Left for some time, they keep their good vibe! Blooming again! Thank you!
Red rose on white tomb:
Greeting to another world
That sees but says not—
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Nyekar is one tradition that many Javanese still keep until today. Nyekarcomes from the word sekar that means flower. Nyekar is sprinkling flowers on to someone’s tomb as part of a prayer to the loved ones lying under the tomb.
Javanese pin a meaning to the word and activity of nyekar by relating it with the flowers’ fragrance, colours and shapes. The fragrance and beauty of the flowers sprinkled on to the tomb are sent as supplementary to the prayer whispered by those “visiting the dead”. At the same time it is to remind the living that it should be the good deed and memories of the dead to be cherished; bad memories and bad deed should be neutralised through forgiveness — not easy but doable.
Aside from flowers Javanese add boreh as part of the flowers sprinkled. Boreh literally means to spread or to smear cream or paste on to skin. Borehis mixture of ground dlingo (Acorus calamus L) and bengkle or bengle or bangle (Zingiber cassumunar). Dlingo has a kerata basa (acronym) of elingothat means to remember. Bengkle has a kerata basa of becik kelakuane that means good deed. In short, boreh is added to the flowers to emphasize the importance of remembering the good deed of the dead they visit.
What a beautiful visit is made to the dead by those Javanese who understand what they sprinkle on to the tomb of their loved ones.
So, no it is not just beautiful flowers or flowers arrangement; more than that, it is the beautiful meaning that Javanese pinned to the flowers.
Salaam.
Leaves and flowers show
How root is living. They bloom
Through time, root stays.
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Rampant, Beloved,
Sambac grows after the rain.
Sweet fragrance breezes.
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With love, Beloved,
All is done and completed.
How would she not thank?
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Greeting, Beloved,
Cool breeze sweeping the valley
Moisturised by dew—
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Surprise, Beloved,
Dew drops slide, meet in a line;
River of blessings—
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Weekend is mostly about staying home finding sweet surprises.
Thank you for the weekly break and lots of mini blessings!
🥰
The joy, Beloved,
Prancing light and smiling bright;
Warm heart fills the air.
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Look around. Message is everywhere.
Flowers, Beloved,
Dipping her days in colours,
Leaving her in awe—
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Thanks God for the flowers around which have helped me much to be in good mood. Suddenly get the urge to ritually pray and thank for all the blessings sprinkled on to me—
Weekend, bring me to Masjid Sultan. 🥰
How are you, Yellow?
Happiness, warmth, sunshine, or
Other perfect fits.
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Nature never fails to convince me that all are beautiful given appropriate angles. Not all love winter but with the yellow crocus growing in the middle of white snow, who will say no?
Yellow isn’t my favourite colour but the yellow crocus is one of those I’m wanting to see with naked eyes to witness Mother Earth’s generosity even in its coldest period.
May time lets me explore more places on earth.
🐣
SIN – May 25, 2022 / 21:57
It’s silence
Filling the air,
Expanding time that kills
With infinity and mystery.
This strand has threaded millions of pearls of breathing taken one by one.
This is also a ribbon that goes miles and miles scripted with memories loaded with emotions.
There is one last pearl and there is a period. Only time knows at which point—
Only flowers can fill the gap while waiting.
They are food and garnish at the same time,
Bride and groom,
Prayer and curse,
Bright and pale,
Symbolised and clarity,
Birth and death,
Duality in one bouquet.
This lounge feels alive
With the flower arrangement sitting at the corner,
Silently
Accompanying everyone
Waiting to depart.
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Life is forever, crossing one bridge to another. Alfatihah.
Temasek – Apr. 18, 2022 / 20:14
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