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
graphs of my Universe
These ears, Beloved,
A pair of love birds in love.
Treble and bass onβ
β
Finding a sanctuary in a breezy evening.
Salaam π
The flowing rivers
Full with floats and mud blockingβ
My idea stuck.
β
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.
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
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.
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.
Whatβs real, Beloved?
Sensible? Whatβs sense? Those five?
Or six? What if more?
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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?
The dark shelters you
From the dark behind the light.
Blinking starry eyesβ
β-
Vision sits silently through blinking light, on and off showing clarity of direction.
Thanks for everything.
Salaam. ππΌ
Go jazz, Beloved
Improvise on your own path
Where hidden seeds grow.
β-
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!
βοΈ
Forward, Beloved,
To the North Star. Ride the wind.
Ignore the thunders.
β
βοΈ
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
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
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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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, 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
A star, Beloved,
A face gleaming in blue tears
Dried by the north wind
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π«
A smile, Beloved,
Not to or for. Itβs just there,
A ready bounty.
β
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, Beloved,
Limit spaces with blurred ends.
Illusion that jails.
β
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
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.
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
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