graphs of my Universe
The wolf to the moon
"I miss you, the eye of nights."
She sets, counting days.
time starts with the count of a rise
love starts with the count of a prayer
trust starts with letting go
space starts with acceptance
you & I starts when both howl in unison — calling what’s the moon is hiding
Riding blue, my love
Brings me to a green heaven.
Turquoise celebrates.
Songs I've sung, my love
Call the secret of this life.
Shown before these eyes--
singing to the birds under the Moon
It's either fragrance
Or colours, filling the vase.
Don't forget the shape.
pretty!
Scoop the moon for her,
Who has been waiting for you.
Over and over--
yummy!
Colours, Beloved
Emit messages through air
Wrapped by sight of yours.
why do they think I flirt if I’m a complete composition with which life sings, a finished painting in which symbols are spread, an unrolled land on which my whole body rests every night
i let them misunderstand the way they think they understand me
🌻
I tell my black horse
To nod at the blue mountain.
We're ready to climb.
it’s the climb that gives the journey hope to see things from different perspectives every time the traveler stops to let the horse grass before walking up….
…. and fear that something unexpected happens on the way
it’s a journey though worth taking
Not against the odd--
Beloved, you hear my songs
From a deepest cave.
for some people it’s odd to stay in a cave; to me it’s the most suitable option in this era — being low key, known by very few people; maintaining & upgrading physical, mental, spiritual stability
a quiet life is a blessing, second to none
longing for love and the brightest light to keep this journey steady only to the truest true
🍀
Where is the quiet cave
Where I can read books, sleeping?
It's where trust is lost.
if I’m to live in a cave, l’d like to be in a cave with a library & a kitchenette
Sunset, Beloved
Whose Colours blanket this heart--
Everything adds up.
today’s sunset from my shower cubicle
You are sole beauty,
A dot of contrast alone.
Swaying in silence--
sometimes being different is considered beautiful, or ugly
just alone
This book of love, Love
Its pages whisper your names.
Beauty, Majesty--
thanks for the space in life in which emptiness is truly not the empty
Between raindrops, Love
I find hope and fear meet up
To climb a mountain.
feeling the gap between raindrops isn’t as easy as clapping hands 🍀
Messages, my love
Flash fast on an unseen path.
This heart vibes at yours.
Stranded in the light,
Would it be always this bright?
A strand of earnest-
A noise, Beloved
In the ears, never within--
Gap of a light speed.
sometimes a noise is a vibe that triggers a good rest, just like TV screen at my childhood — at that time there was only 1 TV station belonging to the Govt & at midnight after “Berita Terakhir” our TV screen would be full of “buzzing ants” like the above picture 😁
It's destined, my love
Feet walk to where heart is pulled.
Where brain runs no more--
Ratianah Kebaya is always a nice place where I talk to both Ratianah & Putri, 2 Singaporean friends who share the same attention as mine: “batik & kebaya” ☺️
Wardah Books, visitors seen from the staircase 💕
legendary staircase, more than 100 years
trust me you’ll like everyone serving you in this corner — either brother or sister, one is always reminding me “you have some roses, do you want to spend it today for your books?” and my answer is mostly “no, thank you not today; next time when enough to buy a set of books” 🍀
croissant from konditori
some people said kebaya & blue jeans won’t go well – to me it’s a perfect match even when looking blur 😁
Apples on a plate
Shine offering their sweetness.
Blessing of the sun--
What's more romantic than lips on a cup, Beloved?
Words that meet the acts--
leaving some lips on a cup is romantic
Sailing to a shore:
The wind greets my hair waving--
Waves know where you are.
so peaceful
Natural as breeze
I walk the road to sunset
With words recited--
I loved reading Jane Austen’s novels back at uni time; then I downloaded movies adapted from her novels in AppleTV. Her wittiness as channeled through the characters & flow of stories, & clarity about how to make a character a normal human being with weak & strong characters is….. superb!
Among all heroines of hers, I like Elizabeth Bennet & Elinor Dashwood. Their clear thinking, depth of love are their common personality traits; in fact while Lizzy is witty & brave, Elinor is taciturn & reserved– contrast!
Gentlemen? Most of my folks at uni loved Mr Darcy, while I love Mr Knightley better. Mr Darcy is #3 for me. 😁
Enjoy your reading, WordPress. If you are Jane Austen fans, please share your thought.
Weekend mood should always be relaxed & carefree.
🍀
Flower arrangement
Scrutinized by pairs of eyes--
Layers of beauty.
any flower will do for me but no plastic flowers, please
Fresh eggs nicely boiled
Roll on a table for two.
One faster grabber--
boiled, hard, favourite 💕
never keep eggs in the fridge anymore; fresh from the basket tastes better 🍀🐣
A bush of clovers
Wave by the wind of autumn
Along stoney roads.
Kameyama’s clovers
Nara’s clover
A short route to walk
When the sun's down, the moon's up.
The dark that protects--
my normal weekly brisk walk route keeps rewilding 👍🏽
crescent moon that doesn’t look crescent 😆
white spider lily along the way
it’s erected completely, across the reservoir
First breeze each morning
Caresses her face. So cool.
Ensuring good days--
it’s a result of life-long learning to easily thank you
when someone’s young (or childish), life might feel full of many testing & struggling; yet with honest & robust life management, life becomes a box with lessons learnt about how to deal with discolouration of true personality, how to put good effort to deliver messages, how to accept unexpected results with “oh not that”, how to be clearer & clearer about what life is & about what life should be wisely treated
thank you, Beloved for the life — cool & bright like morning breeze coming in when I open the window
🌻🍀💕
Weekend bright yellow
Slows down horses in the barn.
Wheat stalks are flying.
happy fun weekend, WordPress!
my ironing board surfing & long-sit reading 😍
Beloved, listen
To the wind that blows. It strokes
Hair spreading fragrance.
life gives me so much, one of them is my hair that bears some fragrance then spreads it while waving by the wind
💕
Here is a canvas
To draw fruit, bread and chicken
In vibrant colours.
As I’m fond of cooking my own food when not in business trip, I invest in some good cookware and some of them are Le Creuset, a reknown name of colorful, porcelain-enamelled cast iron cookware, particularly its iconic Dutch ovens. It’s known for superior heat retention, durability, and handcrafted quality, though they also make stoneware, stainless steel, and other kitchen items.
My collection consists of many random colours: red, pink, white, blue, purple, orange, etc. this time I want sets of same colours: green and yellow!
Cooking becomes full of colours not only from the ingredients but also from the cookware, making cooking fun and vibrant like painting in a kitchen kabinets. 😁
I’m just thinking of how to bring them to Korine Jati in Indonesia to ensure all items are intact upon arrival. Can’t wait, can’t wait!
this is the immediate colour to get for Korine Jati
yellow, too!
The dough is rested,
Then one last rest before baked.
Beauteous fragrance served--
done in less than 10 minutes, chocolate is always a favourite
the other is croissant
never miss this tiny bakery when browsing around Sultan Mosque
Wardah Books is right in front of konditori
a cozy corner on the 2nd floor of Wardah Books occupying a small shop lot of more than 100 years of age
Ratianah Kebaya, a spot to chat about shared culture
Sultan Mosque, it’s either the 1st or last drop when browsing around that area
This is where I sit quietly doing nothing, just thinking about thinking & what I’ve been doing right or wrong based on the limit I understand
See you again next week.
rike jokanan 
You must be logged in to post a comment.