graphs of my Universe
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.
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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
Beautiful is
Colour composition
In flower arrangement, or
Poetic diction
In a simple verse.
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beautiful!
A home, Beloved,
Where orchids bloom silently
Giving a surprise.
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can you see a long spike there? how didn’t I see it before my trip? it should have been around for around 2-3 weeks 😍
a bud! 💕
Where is home?
It is where roses dry out
Silently on a table
With their colours and shapes.
Where is home?
It is also where roses grow
Peacefully in the garden
With their beauty and scent.
Where is home?
It is where roses are
Sincerely exist in life
With their space and time.
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left it on Oct 24 evening, will meet them again on Oct 30 morning in a home
What’s hidden’s beauty
Admiring silently.
Reciprocity—
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getting off from bus #857, i saw something silently looking at me as saying “hey, sweet heart how was your day?”
it’s this beauty!
Do you know,
Beloved…?
In the middle of a water
Tossing wildly a Land
Stretching like a tail,
Tinted with merry tiny blossoms
Willing to smile
In May summed up are they.
Bearing light fragrance
Infusing air elegantly
For you, only for you—
Do you also know,
Beloved…?
I lullaby some seeds
That wake up lazily,
Stretch to the sky
Then sprinkle perfumes
With thousands of flowers
In the 9th month
Being warm and fuzzy
In the other half
For you, only for you—
For you
Whether to take
Or to give up.
There is no heaviness in a no.
There is no lightness in a yes.
There is pain in silence.
Yet life is so rich,
There is always cure
For any wound.
Let poems sing heart songs
For you, only for you.
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Those nodding orchids
Complying with breeze flow hum,
Dance then fly away.
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life is just like that ♥️
found the ID: Brassavola Great Egret
the other one finally bloomed yesterday, both dancing together since then
the slowest to bloom among the gang yet the most gracefully dancing
Summer is calling
With tint pallet of the east.
Bright. Fascinating.
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colours
There’s a crook
I can’t understand.
It is when I saw
You in silence
And said in heart
“I find no reason in
You for me to love but
What is this emotion?”
There’s another
I can understand.
It is when I felt
A warm summer
And said in heart
“There’s enough reason to love
You in silence
That forever blooms.”
No reason is needed to love
For love is blind.
Yet there’s reason to keep the love
For love is the only kind.
It’s time
When it’s time.
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my orchids after one week left home alone
welcome! my orchids have taught me that flowers bloom when it’s time; not to be seen, not to be picked, not to be admired; they’re blooming simply to bloom — there’s only one reason to understand: it’s time
what is her ID? unknown and still beautifully blooming
with a line of my white shirts hanging as the background, this oncidium is gonna be yellow
another stem of oncidium waiting for its timing to greet me with yellow
dendrobium peeps again — thank you
dendrobium from the same cluster in the same pot that keeps greeting me with health and happiness
I see you, beauty
When I walk or sit or rest.
You’re sheer, true yet mute.
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beauty is everywhere, dancing in silence 💕
See them as they are:
Petals fall kissing the earth.
Fertilising beau—
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before kissing the earth — sometimes won’t
After a long pause,
Waves of time now delivers
Pretty joy in store.
How should she welcome
A guest that greets with surprise?
A sweet smile in store—
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buds of secundum are welcoming with joy
Surprise!
Said she
Showing the hopeless
That
Survival is about adaptability
Welcomed by nature,
Approved by resolution,
Driven by muscles,
Enjoyed by senses.
I’m gonna be yellow!
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can you see the spike of oncidium (must be yellow) at the left? i saw it when sitting on the toilet enjoying my good time 😀— suddenly the beauty struck me! 😍 thank you! 🙏🏼 i’ll be patient waiting for you to bloom 💛
she used to be one of balcony gang members and was about to pass as the original media (wood bark and charcoal) started decaying; her new home is now shower room in a glass flower vase; media is sponge, charcoal and water 😍
When home welcomes you
With unexpected colour,
Blessings are around.
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Home again! 💝
Nice to say hi to orchids that I thought to be yellow but white instead!
thought yellow but white! pretty!
the second bloom after 3 years! thank you!
all are here! full team! 💝
Growth is happening,
Vectors might turn to balance
Good time everywhere.
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when i was away working, she was happy blooming 💝
and she has been preparing 💝
The longing has gone
Too far left by trueness.
No plate is prepared,
No wish is grown,
No intelligence is to decipher message
As heart is numb by laughter
And ridicule.
No number symbolises,
No alphabet pronounces,
All are faded away.
There’s only mine on its way.
Dandelion,
Bring it fly
To where it roots beauty,
Peace and eternity.
Only love remains
For the journey
That appreciates
Not a point
That fades away.
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i’ve met dandelions in many different spots; all of them are blooming new dreams, totally new, leaving the blur ones — prayer heard and soon coming true 💝
All are grown blessing,
Making days more radiant
Without prejudice.
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Flowers don’t envy others just because of colours, shapes, fragrance and/or sizes. They just bloom without prejudice blessing whoever seeing, smelling, touching, feeling, listening to the description.
Be blessed by flowers even those of grasses.
Salaam.
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gerbera, ranunculus and the gang 💝
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What gift is not wrapped?
Blooming flowers in April.
Warm and colourful—
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she is sitting next to the shower so she is generously bathed twice a day
balcony gang 💝 watered once in three days plus some blessings from the rain
at the corner of the shower room, behind the glass door so she doesn’t bath too often 😎 but still blooming 💝
A window shows some
What’s in both sides with freshness
Hidden by curtains.
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Let’s refresh. Refresh. Refresh.
Salaam.
Sweet surprises march
Silently following a season
Bringing colours to the sight.
Don’t hold breath,
They stay quite long
To give more space
For wow! and whoa!
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I think I don’t give my orchids enough attention that I always see the bud rather late— only when they are long enough to stand out.
Sorry….
And thanks much! for giving me surprises after several years not blooming.
Salaam.
Colours, hues, shades, tints
In a garden strike the eyes
Wandering within.
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I am on an emergency short leave to visit my mother as my mother is sick. A sister called saying “she doesn’t want to eat”, “she can’t sleep well”, “she doesn’t want to visit her doctor”, “she thinks it is her time”, blahblahblah…. Alamak! Although sometimes we think she can be a drama queen, we start to think seriously when she can’t sleep well.
The second day of my visit she already watered her plants that line along my sister’s narrow garden. She sang along while walking in her house. She ate one big chunk of fast food’s fried chicken that my nephews insisted taken away for her. She has been back to her nature after meeting her children and grandchildren whom she missed who are now laughing with her at every breakfast, lunch and dinner time.
This morning she happily greeted the newspaper lady delivering her favourite “Jawa Pos”, the lady said “good morning, Ibu, you look radiant again”. She also had a short chat with her front neighbour about rain, cats and plants.
I think sometimes you just need to meet someone to be healthy. 💗
Yesterday morning I joined her watering the plants and took pictures of some of the blooms that have always made us all smile.
Salaam.
The day is aglow, as radiant as garden with colourful grows.
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With green as background….
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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rike jokanan 
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