Tag: grateful

Kamboja

Learning, Poetic
A gift, Beloved,
Pink star full of granted wish
What would you say, Self?
Thank you for this pretty gift.
She’ll spread the fragrance and vibe.

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bunga kamboja (plumeria in English), fell on my cap when swimming – a fragrant gift

Life

Learning, Poetic, This Person
This life, Beloved:
Mysteriously composed,
Beautifully done—

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This sight is defeated just by a sheet of paper. I can’t see what You can. I’m surrendering this self to…

You. 💝

Salam…

RC Gorman’s Reunion

Morning

Learning, Poetic
Morning, Beloved,
Summariser of senses
Foundation of days—

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What morning can bring to a warm heart is always a bunch of sweet surprise.

Thank you!

“anggrek merpati”, the fragrant orchids that last only one night greeting me in one bright morning 💝

Tulips

Learning, Map It!, Poetic
Tulips, Beloved,
In joy they sway by the wind.
Daffodils do, too.

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Hi, tulips. Hi, daffodils. Miss you, miss you…. 😘😘😘

bed of tulips blooming in Keukenhof – wanna be back soon 😍

Aug 9

Learning, Poetic
Anniversary,
Happy! Thank you, second home.
Row, row, row your boat.

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Thank you for becoming my shelter and taking care of me.

Singapura’ National Day
a view of my nest
a view of today’s stairs toward workplace
a view of my track
a view from Japanese classroom
a view of home back there

Bi’rsweet

Learning, Poetic
Bi’rsweet, Beloved,
The way perfect life tastes;
Subtle craftsmanship—

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It takes high skill to blend tastes. It takes perfect acceptance to enjoy the concoction presented; otherwise, just go fasting. 🙂

Welcome new week.

perfect life in a cup of coffee – bitter sweet
perfect life in a plate of kunefeh – “gurih” sweet 😄

Feel Good

Learning, Poetic
Say hi, Beloved,
To those making you feel good.
Life is abundant.

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When very good plan and very bad weather collide, it takes just a breath to be back to feeling good mode.

Life is too abundant to consider a lost day a loss.

hi, colibri! (RC Gorman’s)

Orange

Learning, Poetic
Orange, Beloved,
Mixture of red and yellow;
Calmly encouraged

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Orange is the color of joy and creativity. Orange promotes a sense of general wellness and emotional energy that should be shared, such as compassion, passion, and warmth. Orange will help a person recover from disappointments, a wounded heart, or a blow to one’s pride. (excerpted from BournCreative)

Thanks for today.

💝

RC Gorman’s “Woman with Oranges”

Good Fruits

Learning, Poetic
Good fruits, Beloved,
Fresh, crunchy and colourful
Carved on her sweet smiles.

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It’s a blessed night: fresh for the rain.

RC Gorman’s Woman with Apples

Nocturne

Learning, life, love, Poetic
Nocturne, Beloved,
Desert at velvety nights;
Her hair is waving,
Where pitch and rhythm dangle
Sprinkling tones of a warm heart

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Night is a sweet shelter that never complains whether I snore or sing or cry or laugh or play or work or just sit on the window nook.

Serene….

RC Gorman’s Nocturne
💝

Fly Free

Learning, life, Poetic
Fly free, Beloved.
Go home when you understand
That you’re peace itself.

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Dream is but a dove flying free and to go home when knowing who it is.

May all beings be happy,

RC Gorman’s

Earrings

Learning, Poetic
Earrings, Beloved,
Catching envelops with wings
Flapping happily—

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Dangling earrings are lovable! They give beautiful noise like songs of angels.

May all beings be happy. 💝

RC Gorman’s
cute dangling earrings (from Pinterest)

Blue Sky

Learning, Poetic
Blue sky, Beloved,
Where clouds swim before the rain,
Dreams play on the swings—

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Bring me home to rest before next destination.

Thank you for the blessings. 💝

Home – Jul 31, 2022/19:46

Aligned

Learning, life, Poetic
Align, Beloved.
Don’t let conditions rule you.
That feel good is good!

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Feeling good is good. Feel good from morning wake-up until night dose-off.

Thank you!

allergy won’t stop me from messily crushing the yummy mango salad – not the bottom-dweller though #eeekkk 🥺

The Joy

Learning, life, Poetic
The joy, Beloved,
Prancing light and smiling bright;
Warm heart fills the air.

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Look around. Message is everywhere.

(light) yellow – colour of joy
too dark – yes, yellow obviously
💛 ahhh this movie!

Garden

Learning, life, Poetic
Garden, Beloved,
Where word playful finds its vibe;
The world as it does—

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It’s been either raining or working for the past two weeks and I haven’t gone biking or walking again. How I miss seeing the children play as if only game is there in life, adults jog or walk racing with the wind to get rid of fat, elderly chat as if only words can extend their life, lovers show affection as if the world belongs to them and others rent, the birds fly home chirping high tone thanking for today’s, mosquitoes start buzzing to hunt sugar, once in a while fish hop up to breath the raw air, dragonflies perch on the green grass without moving!

Maybe next week! Yes!

a song that brings garden air to the living room

Listen

Learning, love, Poetic
Listen, Beloved,
Humming angels keep singing
Song of union.
Ears can’t hear, too low a voice.
Heart can, swayed by the wind though.

Root deep, Beloved.
The song vibrates in the earth,
Making grass and flowers bloom,
Brightening up the meadow—
Listen, Beloved.

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It takes enormous patience to listen to the silence. Hey! Is it being patient or simply allowing quietness to sit where birds and monkeys are hopping and making noise?

Listening is a skill. A skill needs practices to mastery. Mastery takes time. Time takes breathing, in, out, with awareness.

—practicing listening mode on—

holla…. love ya! (RC Gorman’s work of art)

The Wings

Learning, Poetic
The wings, Beloved,
Grown from fluid that fasts and sleeps;
Perching butterfly—

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I call it journey, you call it metamorphosis. I call it idea, you call it egg. I call it maturity, you call it a born chrysalis. I call it manifestation, you call it developed butterfly. I call it love, you call it commitment. I call it this, you call it that. We look one thing from different points of view and describe it with different disciplines. In fact we are talking about the same thing.

Then….

You see a butterfly perching on my shoulder, I see a messenger bringing me a love letter from my beloved telling me:

“Hello, my love. Relax. You are safe. I’m here with you.”
RC Gorman’s

A Name

Learning, Poetic
A name, Beloved,
Sound of rustling, not the leaves;
My mind sees leaves though.

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After more than two years, we finally gathered here for a dinner that was misunderstood. Most of us thought it was Thai food seeing the name of the restaurant “Thai Village” but then we found it was Chinese food restaurant that has been here for more than 20 years.

It didn’t matter at all! Just no pork for me. And the talks and laugher did matter much more to all of us.

Oh, name…. You’re not my beloved but you can bring my beloved here. 💝

Thanks for the rendezvous!

Only Hideaki and Sab knew it was Chinese food restaurant because they are Singaporean born and raised in Singapore. The rest got fooled by its name 😄

Woman

Learning, Poetic
Woman, Beloved,
Toughness in art of beauty—
Eyes only see skin.

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The word “soul” is “nafs” in Arabic, its gender is feminine. It gives me a strong hint that being born as a woman is never a coincidence to me. The feminine quality that is naturally attached to woman is the one grammatically (at least in one oldest language with meticulously accurate vocabulary to attribute meanings), culturally, spiritually attached to the soul too and it should be a good sign that it should not be difficult to sensitively connect to the spirituality rather than to physical (badaniyyun in Arabic) whose original gender is masculine.

Woman, qualifying herself with femininity means strengthening her natural gift and getting closer to the Soul through spirituality.

Weekend is almost over. Next week is physically and intellectually tough. Hope this shallow spirituality can strengthen me in some way.

Welcome, new week! I need to gift you a bucket of alfatihah to calm down. 💝

Women from The Looking Glass, Freydoon Rassouli
Joy Vibrations, Freydoon Rassouli

Witness

Learning, Poetic, This Person
Witness, Beloved,
Umbrella in rainy days,
Locked door in dark nights—

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Still celebrating my hair!

Not every woman likes growing long hair. I do love it. I did short hair in some period of time: senior high school when short hair gave privilege to be called “not too girl” and some recent years when busy days took away the hair time.

Now the long hair period has claimed its prime time back and ready to witness the joy shared by its owner.

May all beings be happy.

with two of those I’m grateful to for their company, witness of my determination and dedication – shortest hair ever
hair started showing off, witness of new habit: selfie at the home office corner before and after work 🤩
longer and longer giving me comfort, witness of pillow face and no-bath work from home 😎
50cm+! grow and grow, my dear hair witness of awakening 😘
now I can do many things with the hair, witness of new adventure 😘

Hymn to The Hair

Learning, life, love, Poetic
A lady is walking to the lake.
An empty clay jar sits on her waist.
Her hair is hanging loose,
Listening to love songs, waving to the sky.

Sitting, she looks down
Saying hi to her reflection on and on.
My hair, thanks for growing long
And for listening to my love songs.

A lady is walking back to home.
A clay jar full of water sits on her waist.
Her hair is waving by the wind:
Spreading patchouli fragrance, calming down the lane.

Walking, she looks forward
Humming her best love songs.
My hair, thanks for spreading good scent
And making my life so fragrant.
My hair, thanks for being silken
And keeping this flame ardent.
My hair, grow grow long.
My hair, listen to these love songs.
My hair, stay here
Until home is welcoming me.

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Each and every one deserves love and appreciation. Today I took longer time to scrutinise and caress my hair; this stubborn tough protein deserves love and appreciation, too.

A hymn for my hair is not too much, an extra love after shampoo to clean, conditioner to soften and sometimes hair dye to match the mood.

my definition of beautiful day: long hair after treatment at the weekend 🥰 (RC Gorman’s artwork, from Pinterest)

Gotta Get Thru This

Learning, love, Poetic, This Person
Some beats, Beloved!
Let’s dance under this night rain!
Gotta get thru this!

💃🏽

Daniel rocks! My favourite playlist when I was cute and innocent 💝 now again!