graphs of my Universe
It doesn't matter
Wherever I am.
I can find all
The air breathed,
The water flowing,
The fire flickering,
The wind swirling,
The earth stepped on,
The night falling,
The morning rising,
The day counting
The breathing towards
What's here and now.
No destination matters
As all is about this.
—
the best is now and here
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
Dear
Young heart,
Fly to the moon and back
To the green meadow, humming.
Dear
Old body,
Bury me where banyan seeds sprout
Reaching out to sky, breathing.
Dear
Ancient soul,
Free me from any shape
So I can be alive anywhere you sow me.
—
I went to a small civilized** farewell party for a friend in KL, Malaysia, taking selfie before crazily singing in Red Box karaoke.
Life is short, be kind….
Or….. Just take a selfie.
❣️
Salam.
** civilized to me means NO FREE SEX, NO DRUGS, NO ALCOHOL ♥️
just take selfie when you’re feeling good
take selfie when you’re not in the mood
take selfie although people think it’s weird yet you’re nartistically free and freely glee
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
I don't own this body
I don't own this heart
I don't own this soul
I don't own this life
I owe
You.
Yet do
You know that
You owe me, too?
All these limited experiences that imprison
You belong to me.
All in all
I belong to
You.
—
some part of me is a monk, some part is a bitch and that fact makes me perfect of being a human
💕
(picture from Pinterest)
Many shorter distances
To reach a destination,
Diagonally.
Yet I take one of further ways
And so I see
That the longest journey
Is adorned with
The rich jungles,
The clean lakes,
The wide deserts,
The deep seas
Under windy light rain
To reach home
Whose door looking out
To a beautiful scenery.
—
batik sogan udan liris kupu by Ibu Tien Wartinah
Udan Liris (udan = rain, liris = light; udan liris = light rain or drizzle; Javanese) is a diagonal pattern of traditional Javanese batik. It resembles the light rain that comes down diagonally by the wind.
Kupu is butterfly in Javanese. It symbolises transformation– potential to realization.
I'm a star
Dying.
I'm the star
Most brightly glaring.
—
supernova
Silently we are smart,
Formulating,
Concocting,
Predicting,
Denying at the same time.
Scientists we are.
—
if the ¥1 floats on the water (not in the air as captioned), our wish come true 😀
it is not magic yet it is fun to bet on what to happen scientifically against what good thing to expect to happen if the science is successful
my friend will go to Osaka and i wish that i can ask that friend to pray for me by floating one coin 😀
Ceiling of love
Can be as high as
Unlimited sky.
It climbs the realm of thought,
Enjoying breeze under the wings
Before settling itself somewhere
Called horizon.
—
restaurant ceiling made of dried rice leaves – they rustle in the wind, telling me that time can seem to stop yet never really does as it expands like horizon
What war do you prefer?
War where I win against
My own self
To be
With
You.
—
this batik-in-process is about the epic Bharatayudha, the war between Pandawa and Kurawa
my beloved batik maestro “Ibu Tien Wartinah” is committed to complete it this year
Mbak Izzah (Ibu Tien’s daughter in law who is also a batik maker) and me with the “Gringsing Bharatayudha”
gringsing is a type of batik, one of my favourite
About Bharatayudha
About grinsing
Life is full of laughter.
It adorns the end of a joke.
It entertains when people are sad.
It teases when things go derailed.
Laughter indeed
Is not always to laugh at some jokes.
When your joke is a failure,
Laugh, Beloved
Wholeheartedly.
—
my favourite passion fruit seeds as part of my lunch; i uploaded it as an instastory and one nephew believed it was “frog egg” as i captioned 😂 my jokes were not always successful 😎
When the road meets its end,
I wish
That this heart is letting go,
These steps are finished
So this soul flies in joy
To
You.
I want a pillow
That is white,
Soft,
Strong,
Wise
From
You.
My time will adjust to
Yours
That is as fast as light,
As fluid as water,
As peaceful as a night
With
You.
—
♥️
The small is
Hugely
Building me
Strong and
Sweet.
This that
I will embrace
To the
End.
—
This book is one of best reads in my life. If I am to write a book, it should feel this way. True, light and meaningful–
Life cannot be truer, lighter and more meaningful to me now.
Thank you!
one of books that make me fall in love with the you in me❣️ i am to write a review of it ♥️
Those who never get drunk
Of love
Will misunderstand it.
Lust and love
Are coal and diamond.
One is clear around a lady's finger.
One is dark in a lady's fireplace.
Which of which, Beloved
Is precious?
Either
In different dimensions.
—
To remember you is hard
With only shadow in my eyes.
To touch you is hard
With dimensions between us.
To see you is hard
With you unwilling to show up.
To hear you is hard
With your vague heads-up.
Yet to love you is light
As light as light brightening my heart.
—
someone is lucky to be capable of loving even that whose heart is a frozen clover 🍀
What can be sweeter than sugar
Except a heart that sings
In each of her beat
In each of her vibe
In each of her flutter
—
many minutes of delay mean a lot of tea, book and music — i am not with a sweetheart but always with a sweet heart
💕
Who are you, hooman.
Don't sleep here,
My bed.
I am new here.
Yours truly
Visiting cat.
—
on the bed – this cat belongs to my mother’s neighbour; she visits my mother’s home everyday leaving her 3 kittens screaming, she will run back home when she is full 😍 she even enjoys the bed for her before others can slumber at night 😌
on my lap – a mother sometimes needs a daughter’s lap — neko-chan!!! 😃
To look you up
Like my breakfast's
Sunny side up.
—
did my best although my sunny side up is not round — i folded it 💕
Once I saw a name
On one of my 100 days
Then a cloud flew
Over the same night
Sweeping away a story
Leaving an end
Hanging silently
With no word
Just my throbbing heart
Counting how long spaces were.
Then I asked you
"Did I really see
You?"
—
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
Pride, Beloved
Costs you everything,
Leaves you with nothing.
If love is here,
Why don't you say it now?
—
give up pride, choose love
picture from Pinterest
Beautiful is
Colour composition
In flower arrangement, or
Poetic diction
In a simple verse.
—-
beautiful!
I'm a river
Forgotten when reaching the sea.
Nothing I can brag about this name.
I'm almost reaching estuary,
A transit for this memory.
I won't stop,
Home is soon to see.
—-
how great, how clear, how far the rivers can be; they will be forgotten once reaching the sea — union after separation
Picture borrowed from https://www.neefusa.org/story/water/what-estuary
What’s prettier than your face?
A little candle
Flickering before my eyes
Dancing along my breaths.
——
💕
I’m amazed
Of the days
Passing by like trees on a street marching fast when I ride a car,they’re forgotten.
But you came like a red tree bending down
Telling me “Stop! I remember you.”
I’m amazed
Of the days
Passing by like white clouds in the sky swimming when I look up, they’re adored.
But you came like silver cloud sprinkling light
Telling me “Yess…. We will meet again.”
I’m amazed
Of the days
Passing by like regrets deep
down in this heart when seeing a name, it’s untouched.
But you came like a saint forgiving me
Telling me “Take care and be safe.”
——
I remember that day when I took care of 2 dogs in a construction site near my office — now they both are relocated to other construction sites 💕
a very good friend said he remembered that I used to visit dorms whose residents took care of some dogs — I’m glad that someone remembers me that way 🙏🏼 thank you so much
I am not taking care of dogs anymore, but only donate to no-killing dog shelters where stray dogs have their days free as dogs without abuse and starvation — may all dogs be happy 💕 and may the one reminding me of a good memory with the two dogs near my office be happy
sincerely ♥️
I am composed of
Twins,
Left and
Right
That dance with
The rhythm of
My heart,
Watched by
My soul.
——
what you love brings you twins: experience and wisdom so never complain how heavy the days are, say how days are loaded with twins: experience and wisdom
one week is good to work on the day and to meet up with old friends at some night
balance is what it takes to dance the life
💕
I am crazy about nothing.
You are crazy about her.
A good combination,
Let’s enjoy our own show.
——
one Japanese friend sent me a picture of Tokyo Dome of Nov 6 saying “No way you were in Tokyo Dome on Nov 6; you should have seen me among people!”
this Coldplay huge fan friend has watched in Tokyo Dome both days, one day in KL and will do in up coming 2 days in Bangkok
he said he failed to get ticket for Coldplay in Singapore
gonna be 5 times? he said he is crazy; I said “yes, you are!”
sent him my location on Nov 6 — totally different view and my concentration was to just enjoy the concert; even my friend shot my video “trance dancing and singing along” 😂
I am crazy about now and here and sometimes I lose interest to anything around me especially when there is no serious alert sent to me — ahh sorry for being so focused 🤭
throwback Tokyo Dome Nov 6 — cheers for the day!
Sleep, sleep,
Dearest
As night is welcoming,
Morning is preparing
Another day.
Breathe, breathe,
Dearest
As stars are lullabying,
Moon is cradling
You for the sun.
——
signs of true sickness of mine is when throbbing and piercing headache stays almost 24 hours and leaves me not even care of taking off things from hair and ears after work — yet that is when lying down on bed is a reward 💕
sleeping without even bathing is a blessing ❣️
Be as happy as
You define.
They do laugh,
You might only smile.
They walk in high fashion,
You might go with a style.
——
should be perfectly done, otherwise your days will be mostly miserable 💕
This path is smooth,
Many have traveled on it.
A lot of hearts were here
Singing hopes through time.
When sun goes down,
This path is glowing.
Many souls were here
Whispering love through space.
Sun will rise again,
Another day will come.
This heart is here
Promising to grow with the flow.
This heart is deciding
Every step is counted
And dedicated to grow prettier,
Making the path smoother.
——
what’s broken can be amended and still beautiful
seeing how life is generous, I can fall in love with the same face again and again; yet when health is getting from bad to worse, I feel this heart is broken now and then
yet life is still generous, so I decide to fall in love everyday 💕
rike jokanan 
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