Travelers To my humble abode. May you sit, There is chair to enjoy. May you stand, There is painting to enjoy. This lobby, A place for every guest To enjoy the best spread Of food and beverage. My kitchen Is not, Unfortunately. Welcome, fellow travelers. Leave when your storm ends.
My best friends once reminded me of how I should be afraid of being misunderstood and my response to them was “I am ok to be misunderstood by those who don’t have enough knowledge and/or love to understand who I am and what I am doing.”
They still say the same thing in different ways. I answer the same way.
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How are you, dear white?
Everything looks bright on white. It’s clear on itself.
a white mug with ginger & honey tea 💝 get drunk with it and make all work excellent! ☺️
sterilised or warmed? whatever! loving warm white mug in my hand 💕
this champion is quiet when working and resting unlike me talking at work snoring at sleep 🥶
parrrtyyy! no, no, not my party; it belongs to one favourite cleaning lady Like this: Like Loading...
Thank you, Pak Gita for inviting Ibu Karlina Supelli. Just so thankful for listening to her lectures virtually since my young age 🙏🏼
This humble lady has made me realise that all is about being human.
Terima kasih, Ibu Karlina.
You are blessed.
astronomer, philosopher, human right fighter
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But not flying, It spreads fragrance Along the road I am on everyday. This sense is trained To breathe scent. I am walking Like pigeon.
all these years i thought only this tree is where my favourite pigeon orchid “lives”
i thought only this cluster!
even this morning i thought only this one! i kissed these
walking to the bus stop, i saw a lot more! on that tree across the street
in the tree ahead of me!
in another tree!
and another tree!
then i started seeing the pigeon orchids in almost all of trees along my favourite road! i am so blessed! Like this: Like Loading...
How can you Place The horses Behind the chaise? The sky is darker, It is going to rain, You like it or not, The chaise must be drawn.
only if the horses are at the front, the carriage will move on; it is not a VW Beetle, dear self 😁 Like this: Like Loading...
No one can hurt me.
I am a feather, I am water, Either. No one will hurt me. I am a feather, I am water, Either. We are feather on water. No one can hurt them, No one will, Either.
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Humble enough to mold myself To this pitcher. This life’s a pitcher Kind enough to tilt herself To the river. I’m water Flowing by myself In myself to the sea. This’s the strongest soft With what this rocky heart Gets shaped through time.
water: naturally willing to be shaped, spiced up, scented, coloured, treated by temperatures — matured through stories 😃 Like this: Like Loading...
Is she giving up?
She’s waiting for the right time. Just another leap—
played Coldplay all day today as if their concert is happening in my living room 😁
gave up the queue because my medical treatment on May 19 was much more important; if i am healthy, i still can work to earn money for the next concerts somewhere else 🙏🏼 happy watching, all ticket war winners! you deserve your strategy whatever it was Like this: Like Loading...
Are the beats in my heart. Whereabout your heart Am I in? You Are the water of a vase. Whereabout your vase Am I of? You Are the -ness at my nothing. Whereabout your thing Am I at? There is silence, And it answers me through. I am nowhere about You.
when the water is gone, all is dead — only dried leaves and air 🙏🏼 Like this: Like Loading...
Is redone. A painting Is restarted Again And again And again. Maybe one morning She will restart One more And finally get it done. There is peeping light Highlighting the canvas Naturally Glowing with a new story Sweeter to tell.
i don’t know when this work is going to complete – it is constantly a new start because of the artist’s unprofessional insecurity
the recipient is impatiently waiting, a deadline must be set — ok, ok 🙏🏼 Like this: Like Loading...
Pak Gita in a compilation of what scholars and wise people say about happiness — some in Indonesian, some in English
Thanks for summing up. Thanks for inspiring. Thanks for living in the same era with me.
I think I can’t be more blessed to be reborn human being in this period of time as I am now.
May all beings be happy.
Thank you, Pak Gita! 🙏🏼
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None. No distiller’s perfect But time. Refining—
Smell might be my strongest sense. It gives me both pleasant and not so pleasant experiences in life. To share the experiences is of course an ultimate goal, yet it takes time to materialise it.
Have you smelled the earth wetted by rain water?
Have you smelled the grass cut in the morning, noon and afternoon?
Have you smelled your parents’ clean clothes?
Try those and you’ll be amazed with the sensation brought to you.
goal: to distill essential oils for myself and those around me — this is gonna be a read-it-when-i-want-it book ✨ Like this: Like Loading...
A basket of fresh
Turns into a jar of fresh For mind to refresh.
from this — pomelo, pineapple, mango, apple, rose apple and pomegranate
added with this — not so spicy this time
both mixed into this — 45 minutes of washing, peeling, cleaning, grating fruit + grinding the palm sugar
this final packed fresh — one week + 2 days’ morning grated fruits Like this: Like Loading...
I give up the war before I fight, that’s probably the best description about my response to the Coldplay’s Indonesia Concert ticket war on May 19.
It is a working day although coincidently I am taking a leave on that day; however, it is a medical leave to meet the specialist and receive regular medical treatment in the hospital. 🙃
I can just say
. All the ticket war fighters to win their strongest wish! May All Beings Be Happy
I wish to watch them somewhere else or most preferably in England or Spain someday! Please long life for that. Yaaay!!! 🥰
Good luck, fighters! I am praying for us all!
who doesn’t like a humble person? two of them are and so i love them both 💝 Like this: Like Loading...
Sing a sweet song With You Under glowing stars shooting To leave their age? May I Sit silently With You Under a quiet dusk rolling To welcome dawn? May I Count the sheep With You Under a dreamy night shining To light a hope? May I?
may I eat gyoza? left over from last batch — so pleasing to eat my own food, almost like heaven 😁 Like this: Like Loading...
Journey to a home
Through climb, prance, flow, dive and fly Deserves a quenching.
a glass of lemongrass tea with chia seeds is a gift for a traveler 💝 Like this: Like Loading...
What a sweet mango!
What a sweet cake! What a sweet memory! What a sweet day! What a sweet life!
A: What is taste of life?
B: It is just like when you taste the food.
A: But why do you use the word sweetness? Why not bitterness?
B: Because I want to focus on things sweet.
A: So I can focus on the bitterness of life?
B: As you wish. Isn’t that what you are doing now? And so life is never light for you?
A: But life is truly bitter!
B: Without anything sweet? Even a slight sweetness?
A: There are times of sweetness but the concentration is very low.
B: Who decides the concentration?
A: Of course I do!
B: So why don’t you lower down the concentration of bitterness and add up the concentration of sweetness?
B: Observe. Find the bitter. Find the sweet. Every moment you are alone. Send love to both the bitter and the sweet in you. Tell them you thank them.
A: That’s it?
B: For now.
this tiny choco nougat cake is blessed for my late father’s belated birthday — the sweet taste is for me today 😝 Like this: Like Loading...
She’s fragile She’s tough She’s soft She’s wordy She’s taciturn She’s generous She’s jealous She’s protecting She’s weakness She’s missed She’s avoided She’s mature She’s spoiled She’s simple She’s intricate She’s narrow She’s wide She’s shallow She’s deep She’s wicked She’s kind She’s black She’s white She’s every angle of life She’s my mother, Red carnation in one beautiful afternoon.
Happy Mother’s Day, Ibu
I sent a message to my mother today to wish her happy mother’s day with a picture of red carnation attached.
Ibu: Thank you! Isn’t mother’s day Dec 22?
Me: Yes, in Indonesia. May 14 internationally.
Ibu: Nice! You send me another mother’s day wish again next Dec ya.
Me: No worry, it’s just a message. Easy! (then I called her as my fingers complained long messages)
Ibu: Not that easy, baby. Send me some tea and herbs, too.
Me: It doesn’t have to wait until Dec.
Ibu: Thank so much. Did you forget May 12 is Bapak’s birthday?
Me: Of course not! I just didn’t buy a cake, very busy wis some back to back agenda. I bought mango and still eat it until today.
Ibu: Although his body is not here, he is always with us. You pray for him right?
Me: Always, everyday I pray for him, my one and only father. I will buy a cake tomorrow.
Ibu: Ok, small one is good enough.
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She has heard bird news,
Sending messages Through Morse Code. Dots, dashes, spaces— She has heard numbers, words, punctuations, Telling stories About no hope. Acceptance, letting go, moving on— She has heard songs, poems, winds, Springing in heart Warmly and gently. Future is brighter only with clarity. She has heard a woodpecker Reminding her of signals and signs In every dance of nature To be enjoyed and understood. She has heard of you Giving blocks and traps To redirect her to her own path To happiness. She has heard of heaven Approving whatever she’d do As long as she’s happy and safe Without disturbing life. She has heard Dews imbuing morning to refresh, Twilight whispering night to rest. Life is truly a woodpecker’s Morse Code. She has heard And she closes her eyes, But not ears As long as she’s happy and safe.
Michael Lai for again allowing me to use your poetic pictures to illustrate a poem of mine that has been poking me since forever. 🙏🏼 Bay Woodpecker Pecking a Hole in the Tree (4 Photos) Like this: Like Loading...
What is age, dear love?
Pearls of memories of you Shining in my mind.
May 12 is my father’s birthday. He was born in 1939 but his physical body died years ago leaving memories about him.
Happy birthday, Bapak. May you be reborn a happy one wherever you are.
mango was his favourite — i’ve eaten mango for 3 days to celebrate his birthday 😀 no cake this year as I prioritised my time for something more important; sorry, Bapak 😘 Like this: Like Loading...
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