graphs of my Universe
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.
Life is a quarter
With many doors to access.
Ever rendezvous—
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Love is not fading.
Love is distancing away
From shooting stars
Hurting a peaceful land.
Dear, shooting stars.
Dance.
Fly.
Free fall.
Father of Sky will redirect you
To another land who is willing to be hurt
Or
Simply re-orbit you to safer route.
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Some songs are simply nice to hear even when we don’t know the exact meaning. Happy weekend!
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The truth that I learnt
Is unlearnt.
The truth that I unlearnt
Is re-learnt.
The truth is within
Unsaid, unseen, embraced.
The truth is without
Loudly said, interpreted differently.
The truth is there
To be shut down by the next truth.
The truth is here
To be embraced by accepting heart.
The truth is a spectrum of colours
Layered like no clear lining.
The truth is an ocean of probabilities
Stored like no possible turns.
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When two are wedded,
The rest are singing, wishing
Brighter days and nights.
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I attended my nephew’s wedding matrimony today. Mike looked stunning, and so did Vera.
Hearing their wedding vows was mixture of fun and heartwarming feelings — two poles apart met by destiny. 💝
Tante Rike happy for you, Mike
😘😘😘😘😘😘😘
Morning is party of colours celebrating blessings wrapped in fruits.
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Good morning from a market! 🎉
Love is
Smiling reading book alone,
Enjoying how alphabets marching in meaning
And weaving pieces of puzzles to be a map.
Love is
Tapping dots on a map alone,
Imagining air and land travel waiting
To happen as planned to track the unseen atlas.
Love is
Enjoying what is nor present now here
Realizing that what is not seen can be felt by heart
And wished happiness unconditionally.
Love is
Eating what is blessed alone
Remembering that Mother Earth has been so kind
Giving all she has to mankind
Without calculation.
Thank you for today.
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A knock on my door
Tells me to open two gifts
That show me the world.
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Thanks for the present.
Good breathing and walking
Unwrapped everyday—
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Smile, Beloved, smile.
It’s a luxurious gift
For you and for me.
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I was checking my educational docs and was in awe to see my photos in each of different docs. How I am touched by physical transformation and what experiences attached to it, that makes me stay loyal with my own self whatsoever.
Tell yourself that your life is a journey that if you need buddy, you should pick those willing to share wonder. Otherwise, travel alone. 💝
Thank you!
💝
Are you ready to be ready? Be ready to be ready. Now here—
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Hello, my sweetheart.
Is life still sweet and vibrant?
Nes, said twisted tongue
Who means yes but mixed with no.
Making decision is wow.
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Sweet is banana rice cake for breakfast and lunch. Should dinner be with the same? Please no. But where is thanksgiving if food is wasted? Sometimes good is not always good like this sweet banana rice cake that ends up as a dilemma. 💕
Lesson learnt: the karma of trying a full recipe is eating the same food the whole day without knowing to whom complaint shall be aired 😁
A bird is sailing
On a clean stream down the hill
On a dry brown leaf.
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Home is
Where an equation is done.
X factor is found,
Balance is placed,
Abundance is defined
Although life is never perfect.
Home is
Where the most important things gather.
Love is respected.
Respect is loved.
Priority is defined
Although life will never be perfect.
Home is
Where a painting is displayed.
Colours are combined,
Shapes are drawn.
Beauty is defined
And imperfect life is accepted.
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Number’s readable,
Intension’s not. Heart can read
Yet eyes can deny.
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My Japan trip gave me a lot of insight. That an intension can be hidden yet sooner or later it will be naturally disclosed. That I should not entertain any underestimating and/or disrespecting expression —hidden or shown— as life is moving forward not backward. That if symbols or signs are not delivered to me as good will, all of them are false; ignoring them is the best way. That it is the right way to let them happily underestimate and/or disrespect and/or show superiority as their life style.
Human being should communicate verbally as part of real interaction. Without clear and genuine verbal communication at all and just sending signs and symbols, they fail respecting others. Wishing happiness is the best way as that’s what they need the most. Stopping interacting in whatsoever way is the best decision as they don’t contribute anything except confusion.
Happy weekend! 😍
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Where can food be good
With less taste or little garnish?
It must be a home.
Morning is welcomed
By a tray of whatever
Turning to a best.
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Swinging steps to gates.
Washing hands and mouth. Flying.
Whispering. Amen.
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Typo is parties
Done by drunk fingers dancing
Teasing sleepy brain.
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Morning is about
Chirping birds, calm sea, soft breeze
Greeting these senses.
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Drag me to your heart
Even if it hurts my head,
Said I.
I know you’re teasing
Even when I mean it,
Said I.
I smile in silence
Letting you laugh in joy.
Sad I’m.
Enjoy it.
Enjoy your days,
Said I.
I walk away
Leaving the last piece of my heart.
Dragging my luggage
Alone.
Smiling.
Winning
Against my own sigh.
To you, who secretly teasing again and again and again and again. Thank you. Life is full of fun. 💗
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Small thing is cherry
On a big cake, red and brave
Savouring the day.
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How can you travel
Without any gloom and stress?
Take a window seat—
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My love is mostly dumb, stubborn, too thin to see, and makes you hate me.
My luck is often loud, sudden, too huge to miss, and makes me love you.
I’m not a gambler, yet think you’re a dice rolling numbers for a prize.
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Hei, kamu
Yang ada di mimpiku
Kadang datang sendiri
Kadang sebagai bayangan
Kadang menakutkan
Sering membawa senyuman.
Hei, kamu
Yang ada di langkahku
Kadang berlari menjauh
Kadang memancing ingin tahuku
Kadang menyebalkan
Sering membawa pemakluman.
Hei, kamu
Yang aku kenal tapi tak kenal
Kadang nampak cinta
Kadang nampak benci
Kadang seperti ada
Sering tak terlihat ada.
Hei, kamu.
Iya, kamu.
Kamu yang sedang berjalan
Menemui dirimu.
Kadang seperti ragu.
Seringnya tanpa bimbang melaju.
Ah, kamu!
Kamu memang kamu!
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Sweet dream is a gate
Out to where dandelions
Let their achenes fly.
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You are a music
Played by the breeze to my ears,
Whispering a home.
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Rindu itu
Sebutir berlian tak diasah
Teronggok begitu saja
Menanti pengasah berputar.
Tak ada yang mau.
Rindu itu
Sebiji nanas madu tak dikupas
Tergeletak di atas meja
Menanti pisau mengiris.
Tak ada yang mau.
Rindu itu
Setangkai kembang api mati
Terbujur kaku di dalam wadah
Menanti pemantik menyala.
Tak ada yang mau.
Rindu itu
Kabut tipis tentangmu
Tebal menyelimuti kaca
Menanti cuaca berganti.
Mau tak mau.
Rindu itu
Bukan tentang kamu yang lupa.
Rindu itu
Tentang aku yang tak ingat.
Mau tak mau.
Rindu itu
Rindu ini.
Sibuk sendiri
Hingga ia puas bermain
Lalu menggandengmu pergi.
Kau harus mau.
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Which glass, Beloved?
The one that brings me to you
Enjoying the home—
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In a call with a best friend just now I complained about the madness Twitter has brought to me. She didn’t say sweet words because she knew I didn’t need them. She preached me instead. 🙃
BF: Hey! You quit Twitter earlier with a good reason. You are back for a good reason. I know you support freedom of speech but for dumbass Twitter is to express hatred and stupidity— to throw up and to shit. Twitter is where the smart brave excel because of their endurance, the smart timid like us should only observe or have fun to survive and the stupid idiot wander around like hungry hyenas collaborating behind the screen destroying humanity. If you can’t take it, quit for the second time. Blah blah blah
BF: Or, go back to Facebook where some friends scrutinise whatever we do and give us sugar-coated words while laughing behind us or even stabbing in the back. Or, be busier in Instagram where people show their lavish life that might be fake; and where people especially you happily stalked your crush ha ha ha. Blah blah blah….
I have to agree with her though. WordPress is a home, serene and comfortable to stay warm and sane. Twitter is a market, busy and crowded but is worth visiting regularly. Instagram is a photo studio that should be visited only once in a while.
Me: Ya, ya…. Blog sites are still a home for me. I need Twitter to read some news, it’s like going shopping.
BF: Let’s go shopping again. We don’t need to look smart to go shopping. Just a bit of curiosity and bargaining position. I saw Fau follows you.
Me: Ya. I found her in one G20 tweet. Escaping from Facebook. She really suits Twitter the most.
Time for lunch!
rike jokanan 
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