These ears, Beloved,
A pair of love birds in love.
Treble and bass onβ
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Finding a sanctuary in a breezy evening.
Salaam π
Tag: grateful
Flowing
The flowing rivers
Full with floats and mud blockingβ
My idea stuck.
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It takes space to bring creativity back like river needs cleaning and dredging to make it flow again.
Picasso, help meeeeee!
May all beings be happy.
Voice
The voice floats away,
Traveled to where dreams reside.
A gentle smile blooms.
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Lyrics are often more appealing than the musical composition in the song. They either compliment the composition or ruin it, at least to these ears.
Musical composition without good lyrics is good sleep without snoring. π΄π
Trust & Accept
Laughter, Beloved
Takes trust before exploding.
Accepting what isβ
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I had a conversation with one friend about acceptance and trust.
This friend is one of my favorite as she is the struggling among us but the one with the biggest acceptance and trust to the life process. Sheβs been in all tests of life that might have made her a tough lady. Or probably she was just born that way and so she can pass all tests.
She said that trust is very important, only trust to the processes of life can make her accept whatever is presented by life. It has turned her into this current posture and gesture – tough yet kind.
Talking to an honest yet witty friend is a privilege, listening to her funny stories is like unwrapping hidden wisdom. How would a human being be that tough yet kind? She reminds me of my mother and some people around me.
Yet I never want to be like them as being like them means dealing with roughest surface of life. Iβm sufficiently thankful being me.
Thank you so much for giving me good friends as present. I will love them without being them. β₯οΈ
Hey! But sometimes my ears feel like exploding with the length of the call. For full jokes, call at weekends only pleaseβ¦.. π
Amazing Day
No day but today
The remembrance about you
Lives through melody.
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Amazing day is when my teacher said that my guitar playing is getting better. ππ½
There will be one day perfectly amazing when Coldplayβs Amazing Day is smoothly played along by me. Soon, soon!
Thank you, Sunday. Welcome, Monday.
Whatβs Behind Beauty
They live in the mud.
Flowers wanted. Story not,
Real beauty thatβs missedβ
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Dark and bright, two limits that often corrupt my perception of facts and so affect many plans. In fact both bring different strengths supplementally support my life.
What is it about? Oh, it is just about that night ride is cool and serene, morning ride is colourful and fresh.
In the dark I hear more; when itβs bright., I see more.
Hey! Riding morning makes skin darker! Damn right! πΏ
Salaam.
Senses
Whatβs real, Beloved?
Sensible? Whatβs sense? Those five?
Or six? What if more?
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good time
Good time, Beloved,
Sitting silently, centred.
Grazing on the timeβ
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Life is never bored of reciting how grand a name when zoomed in and how tiny its reality when zoomed out. Oh! It is the other way around, tiny when zoomed in and grand when zoomed out.
What is your name, dear? Deer!
Are you a buck or a stag? You donβt look like one. Or, you look like both?
Sheltered
The dark shelters you
From the dark behind the light.
Blinking starry eyesβ
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Vision sits silently through blinking light, on and off showing clarity of direction.
Thanks for everything.
Salaam. ππΌ
Go Jazz
Go jazz, Beloved
Improvise on your own path
Where hidden seeds grow.
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Jazz is like secret love, confusing and almost unknown at the first catch but wrapped in harmony through timeβ¦ and space? Seems space never takes my side. π
Jazz each day up!
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To The North Star
Forward, Beloved,
To the North Star. Ride the wind.
Ignore the thunders.
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Yellow
How are you, Yellow?
Happiness, warmth, sunshine, or
Other perfect fits.
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Nature never fails to convince me that all are beautiful given appropriate angles. Not all love winter but with the yellow crocus growing in the middle of white snow, who will say no?
Yellow isnβt my favourite colour but the yellow crocus is one of those Iβm wanting to see with naked eyes to witness Mother Earthβs generosity even in its coldest period.
May time lets me explore more places on earth.
π£
SIN – May 25, 2022 / 21:57
Coming Out of The Dark
Did you see the light
Or the dark? Or both? Or none?
Now you see the light.
Light above light. Layers of light. Spectrum of light. What is light? Is it the radiation? Is it the brightness? Is it the wavelength? Is it the source? Or what?
It is whatβs defined but at the same time what is not definable. It is what is seen but at the same time what is not visible.
May all beings be happy.
Here – May 25, 2022 / 20:15
Taken for Granted
For granted I take
The green, the blue and the red
Until they turn grey.
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Sometimes Iβm thankful that Iβm not given opportunity to have children. I canβt imagine what playfulness and nature exploration they will have in their future with very minimum real nature around. Iβm thankful. π₯°
Sometimes Iβm broken-hearted that Iβm not given opportunity to have children. I canβt agree on how some people raise their children. I egotistically imagine how well I would raise them to be human-respecting and nature-loving generation in the family tree. Iβm selfish. π
Meanwhile Iβm always feeling lucky to be me, born when and where nature was willing to introduce her excessive bounties, grew up when and where human interaction was real and warm, working when and where human right and environment protection is a paramount topic. Iβm blessed. π₯°
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How Was The Day
After one Monday,
Throw laughter before Tuesday.
Or at least a smile,
That draws a line on a face,
That strengthens steps miles away.
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Laughter brings brightness. It carves good mood. It (hopefully) enables longevity.
Amazing Day
Amazing day, Love,
Completing whatβs committed
Without supervised
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Weekend is amazing with completing a pile of clothes. What a nice closure before Monday.!
Thank you, Life! I love hand washing and ironing. Seriously! As long as it is not a paid job. π
Welcome, Monday!
Sunset
Sunset, Beloved,
Gliding, hiding in the night
Blanketing the dayβ
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Night and day are protecting each other, a complete package, a balance of duality.
Happy weekend! π
Star
A star, Beloved,
A face gleaming in blue tears
Dried by the north wind
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Kite
A kite, Beloved,
A bird all wings soaring highβ
Rain, donβt fall too soon.
A kid is running, laughing.
Peaceful sky, joyful earth. Here.
Singapore – May 19, 2022 / 00:26
Smile
A smile, Beloved,
Not to or for. Itβs just there,
A ready bounty.
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All the lyrics and the music β lyrics were recited, music was listened to. Those lyrics and music were so beautiful that they invited the best smile of the day. A smile that appeared like a good shape coming out of a foggy morning in the moorland. Until some reality struck, telling that those were directed more to a head than a heart, and to somewhere else.
Uh oh!
Well! A smile must still be kept. It is a grace, an alms, a bounty, a gift, a bonus, an appreciation; or from hidden wisdom formed through sedimentation of things annoyed yet forgiven. Or probably a smile is a package of lyrics and music β sweetly flowing. Aaah! Must be appreciated!
Put a best smile on the face and world will smile, too.
May all beings be happy.
π
Time Zones
Time zones, Beloved,
Limit spaces with blurred ends.
Illusion that jails.
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One hour makes things different.
Dear, timeβ¦. Thanks for the space you just gave for whatβs called holiday. Please bless me with nice pace and good vibe again and again like always.
If I forget about your kindness, please remind me gently as Iβm fragile. If I take you for granted, please remind me that Iβm traveling between your two points: start and end.
Thanks again.
Me that is blessed with both negative and positive yet trying to balance at the zero β£οΈ
Time Is Uniquely Experienced
Breathing in
Breathing out
The air is flowing
Pumping freshness to the blood
Pushing the recyclable out.
Time units are agreed.
If passed, something is overdone.
If missed, something is given up.
If right on, moment is created.
Breath is my chosen time unit
That I prudently save
Between two points
That I travel in.
How many will I take?
I donβt even know
Or how many have I taken?
Iβve lost count.
Itβs as accurate as your digital timepiece,
Or as elegant as your mechanical winding.
Our time is as precious,
Yet we count with different tools.
Alas!
Donβt ask me to walk faster
Just because you run.
Donβt tell me to stay put
Just because you sit.
Life is short
Yet expensive to lament
If we donβt cross the path,
Itβs simply because of
Simple word:
Decision
Because
Fate sometimes doesnβt seem to fit.
Whose decision?
I donβt know.
Iβll just breathe
Until the sun moves in reverse.
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Back to work very soon π
Farmer
Farmer, Beloved,
Waiting for the rain and wind
Patiently with love.
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Imagine our world without farm and farmer. Famine, thirst, drought, dead soil, dullness, colourlessness, so bored and ugly!
π
May all beings be happy.
Amazing Day, Today
Today, Beloved,
Filled with laughter of past times.
Bitter was, sweet isβ
Time doesnβt heal. It turns taste,
Look. All is well. All shall pass.
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Rendezvous with my best people, those who are always with ears to listen and to be listened to, with tongue to twist bitterness to wisdom, with foolishness to laugh at whatβs not even funny but needing some appreciation.
Some people are amazing with just one reason called trust.
Blessed to have them.
Holiday is getting shorter. Letβs slow the steps and insert more meaningful conversations before it halts.
May all beings be happy.
TA – May 12, 2022 / 11:46am
Good Morning from Mother Nature
Mother, Beloved
Sheβs giving more than taking
No end since morning.
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This morning I saw my mother cleaned our slim long patch of plants and Mother Nature showed the beauty along the patch. Many herbs and flowers are presenting their prime time. Some of them are preparing their exhibit and yields. Many of them are of no bloom after last month.
I didnβt help her. Let her enjoy the cleaning, let me take some pictures. π
Some neighbours passed by and greeted us, exchanging some light chat about the neighbourhood. One of them came to us bringing a bowl of nasi jagung (steamed corn grain) before she went teaching.
A short visit with long lost warmth of a real neighbourhood
May all beings be happy.
and so onβ¦.
Indonesia – May 10, 2022 / 07:28am
You? Where?
You? Where, Beloved?
The omnipresent through air,
Undefined calmnessβ
Breeze that caresses the leaves.
Breath that blows prayer for you.
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π£
Blinding Light
Blinding, Beloved,
Light when too bright. Dimly bright
Suits these eyes searching
Luminosity and cracks
Following path to a homeβ
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Sometimes light disturbs eyes because its intensity is way too high than whatβs expected or needed by the eyes. eyes can only tolerate and work well with enough light. So the more isnβt always the better.
May all beings be happy.
Rendezvous! Whoohoo!
A rendezvous
Pouring some unmet wordsβ
Itβs a rendezvous
Exchanging stories,
Laughing at saved jokes,
Frowning on some questions to answer.
A true moment
Capped with
An βAu revoir!β
Whoohoo!
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π£
If Iβm Missed, β¦.
Iβm a nut
In a gigantic machine.
Even if Iβm missed,
The machine still works wonder.
And so be it.
Iβm a grain of sand
In a far vast sand dune.
Even if Iβm missed,
The land still spreads wonder.
And so be it.
Iβm a drop of water
In a cask of wine.
Even if Iβm missed,
Youβre still having happy hour.
And so be it.
Iβm one in billions
In this spinning plane.
Even if Iβm missed,
It wonβt mean less greater.
And so be it.
Life is so fragile
Yet so dense
Like a spider web
Wrapping a prey
Before itβs dissolved
Awayβ¦.
And
You are
Written in this tiny matterβ
β¦.. so be it.
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Temasek – May 4, 2022 / rainy morning, 4:50
Spread of The Day
A wise teacher said:
If you have a space for shelter,
A plate of rice for meal,
A job for a living;
Thatβs when youβre blessed.
I couldnβt say a word
To deny.
Itβs true
And
Only true.
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Enjoy!
rike jokanan 
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