Arranged, Beloved
Relatively beautifully—
Not always neatly
🍀
Arranged
Tag: haiku
Time
Is 24-hour day enough? There was a period of time when I thought it was not— it was like all today’s to-do list had all to be checked.
Now I feel a day with 24 hours of measurement is sufficient with the word “priority”. Which one should be completed immediately or later; what shall be completed by myself or delegated; how they must be presented: private or public, and other ways of how the 24 hours should be respected.
I’m feeling lucky to be in situations outside work with which I can put activities more freely: sleep can be less to allocate my reading time, meal can be done in graded steps (preps at night, processed in the early morning), language learning inserted among routine schedule (Friday night, Sat morning or other spacious windows), etc
Yet, priority makes some compromising.
My living room is full of books & paper & hobbies tools. My sleep isn’t always 8 hours a day (fortunately this is always a myth to me). Selecting whom to meet is a serious thing (I only have very few people I truly will spend time with or meet with so if my meeting with them is not fun or fruitful, I’ll give up those friends in the future schedules).
It’s Sunday and there are places to go with my nephew visiting me. He promised he’ll tidy up my books and accompany me running training. He knows he’ll have to follow his aunt’s rhythm that might not be something familiar but also not so new to him— One of those: he has to give up smoking during his stay.
Life is good with 24 hours a day. It’s a blessing that I’ll forever cherish. It’s where enigma and secrets reveal in the wished way.
Time, do stay.
🪬
Language
Love languages
Dig up the buried to see
What have tuberized.
I love learning languages although the mode is getting slower and slower. Excitement is still there; I won’t want to lose the spark to harvest what’s grown by a hope to preserve the way my brain works. All brains work more and more slowly by ageing but I won’t let mine lose its engines even before the end.
I’ve learnt Arabic & Japanese again. Arabic is a tool for me to comprehend the Quran as I see at times that the translation into English or Indonesian sound like interpretation rather than translation. I don’t want interpretation, I do translation.
Japanese is for me to practice something different because learning it I’ve been “forced” to use non Latin based words— hiragana, katakana and kanji make me actively memorize the lines, the curves, the dots, the strokes and the meaning with senses: listening, speaking, reading, writing.
I’d like to learn my own language: Javanese with which I hope to carve my image more clearly as a Javanese woman in this life canvas.; with which I find what’s buried in the hidden pockets of ancient knowledge
Time, do stay.
Loved
Loved, I feel it, Love
Deeply by a sweet lover.
A mirror stands still.
A Lab That Recognises Other Labs (ranting)
A lab, Beloved
Is it closed on a Sunday?
I'd like to meet you.
This life to me is a laboratory in which I do my jobs to become. Every day is a new expression, experiment, finding, disclosure, on and on. My senses are the doors with which all the consumables, samples and specimens that sometimes line up nicely on the racks of my labs, or sometimes just fall down on the floors as a bulk, or sometimes disappear before even being touched or registered.
How do I feel in a lab?
That’s not the right question. It should be how do I feel as a lab?
It’s so fun to catch everything flying like dusts through my senses: messy messages, unfiltered algorithms, layered truths, disguised symbols, weak signals, etc…. They started approaching me as disturbances in my early tenure in the lab, until finally I realized that I’ve been a lab prepared & grown with high technology named “human being”—that was when they started becoming the witnessed, the witness, the evidences and the proofs that days in life are chains of processes whose miracles are blinking as information, data, insight and wisdom on and on and on. I thought information to data to insight to wisdom was a rigid line; then again this lab strangled me with reality that with my simple observation and questioning, even a wisdom could have beeen an info or data.
The way I’ve made hypothesis has educated me with “smart guess” when direct answers are on the way. The predictions loyally accompany me on the way of experimentation in which by times I have to let go a lot of variables after trial and error with which I keep everything else exactly the same; letting go off variable is truly big leaps in my lab—teaching me that nothing can live forever even when I stay loyal to it.
If I have a database built in, probably the data in my lab can connect to the akashic records in which everyone else’s akashic ribbons intertwined or at least touch lightly with each other. That explains why sometimes our analysis is similar or even exactly the same even when we don’t know each other—my lab database recognizes other human being’s lab database obviously.
Life is never about conclusion although in the lab I have made a lot of conclusions and put them in the database; yet I am sincerely waiting anytime to re-open the conclusion when the coming specimen tells me to do so. My conclusion will be forced to peel another layer of the onion.
My friendship is precious because my friends & the way we relate with one another have been the power of check and balance to my arrogant if not intelligent conclusions. Peer review among human beings (through direct or indirect interactions) is inevitable.
Alamak! I believe I’m a living witness that the lab is not only me; everyone is. Hello, fellow scientists!
How amazing life is!
Dear, Beloved. It is blessed to be alive. Someday when this blessing is taken back, please make it a gift to those finding it.
Thank you.
Dear, Love….
(continually updated for clarity and accuracy, fyi I rarely review my draft before uploading) 🍀
Just Seen, Not Focused
Just seen, not focused—
Life glides or slides through the days.
Grain fountain in jar—
Listed
Listed, Beloved
You’re number 1 after me.
Am I your zero?
my running playlist today
Hello, You
Hello, you! Dear love
Who knocks on many wrong doors.
You is a true door.
sometimes I’m amazed to see my playlists – so old…. yet they’re the doors to this old soul
🤩
Magnified
Magnified, my love
The fine lines around your eyes--
How time flies so fast!
I’m still reading Japanese books with furigana and so I need magnifying glass to do it. Yet holding magnifying glass when reading books is not fancy 😁
So I decided to change my reading spectacles +2 to +3….
and look at the medicated oil (the minyak cap Kapak) that I’ll breath in to ensure the air is fresher and the eyes are wider 🤩
Old, almost….. And I love experiencing it as breathing makes me human being.
Exams
Exams, Beloved,
Visit life before lessons
That come as a gift.
2nd stop today
today was about medical exams & chats with physicians
alhamdulillah, all is well
🍀
Fun
Fun under the sun,
Running, walking in circle.
Happy finisher—
my 1st 5K
fun!
Kawung Kopi (batik)
Another sheet came,
Calling sight to decipher
The codes well written—
a spread of Kawung Kopi handmade batik
Kopi is coffee. Obviously this kawung batik is designed and hand drawn based on the image of coffee beans lining across a sheet, showing geometrical patterns.
The colour of sogan (earthy hues of batik) makes this pattern look magnificent and enigmatic— calling you to give meanings as how the pattern calls the vibes in you.
two sheets of Kawung Kopi handmade batik
Matur nuwun, Mbak Izzah
Banana Flower
Banana flower,
Delicacy with story—
Once living fully
tada!
well mixed
lemongrass, galangal, Javanese bay leaves, shallot, garlic
removed…. one by one? yes, one by one, slowly with all my heart
removing the pistil that won’t be soft even after cooked
banana flower
Set
All that has been set
Is summed up with a closure:
One more: rendezvous.
the sun set today summing up today’s lessons
Dancing
Dancing, Beloved
With you on an autumn day.
No word, just whispers
I’ve not listened to this song for so long until yesterday someone in my team teased me with this song. She said “I want to sing my song to you, it suits your vibe!”
I couldn’t say anything. What can I expect from a 66yo strong lady but accuracy of how she sees her junior?
I want to go to Japan again, walking around Tokyo with so a few words but many meaning in silence. 2027, please come soon. I miss my walking buddy a lot. 😁🥰
Conversing
Conversing with you
Under the sun smiling shy--
We whisper out loud.
taming that’s within
Decorated
Flowers in a jar
Decorated with new leaves--
Does it bring new vibes?
the new vibe is “there are patterns traceable through dots & lines, hues & contrast”
01:01
Green
I'm green, Beloved
Standing as young as a tree
After a shower.
being green is freshly thinking based on what’s my breathing brought me: peace & acceptance
Red Round
Red round, Beloved
A dot where signal will blink
At a looking eye--
I bought a keychain of Daruma without one eye, wishing to draw the missing one soon when my wish comes true….
❤️
Bowing
Bowing, Beloved
I to all telling me off
That I am lower.
I’m bowing to all, I’m in a lowest position to respect the whole universe–
Thank you.
Streamlined
Streamlined, Beloved
Raindrops slide down on bamboo;
Reaching their sweet home.
Signs Everywhere
Signs are everywhere
Telling me what river says.
Hi Numbers, thank you.
26 is like poets telling me to keep writing poems outside work.
36 is telling me to be just human being.
79 is telling me to make decision strongly when needed.
can you see the bird? 💕 what sign is that?
Tea
Tea, Beloved? Yes.
Served with no sugar, with love
In a lovely day
Soaring
Soaring, Beloved
With this wind beneath my wings--
This breathing frees us.
Rainy Nights
Rainy nights, my love
Send music that knocks the walls
With a sweet greeting.
This Heart
This heart is working
And resting while you're pulsing.
Never stop loving--
it’s a machine producing vibe in life, hope in every step — heart it is
A Ghost Within
She's a ghost within
Drawn with steps, breaths and thoughts.
Colouring a life--
a ghost within reminding me everyday that no one is perfect
a self portrait of 50% or maybe 0% or maybe 100% each day I touch it
looking like a ghost of my own dead
😁
Pretty Blooms
Pretty blooms, my love
Silently welcomes a smile.
Always surprising--
do you see the slim line? a stem of flowers to be – golden shower, the shower room gang
Coffee
A cup of coffee
That I've never sipped-- yet I'm
Intoxicated.
Dissolved
Dissolved, Beloved
To the air that we both breathe.
I'm full with your love.
rike jokanan 
You must be logged in to post a comment.