graphs of my Universe
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.
Moss, dear Beloved
Spreads on the soil to the wall
Where air is dampened.
my colleagues and I talked about our favourite plant: moss
I’ve seen moss as fascinated tiny growth since I was very young. I loved scraping moss on the stone, walls, trees and other possible surfaces to later observe the minuscule size of the leaves
other than the structure itself, its colour is fascinating; the dark green when it’s fresh, the light green when it looses moisture, the brown when it’s dried out
one of the gardens in my Korine Jati will be covered with moss, it’s gonna be the small garden in front of my bedroom — a humble small patch that freshens my days, a place for me where a spot is prepared to meditate and pray, a place where thought is thinking about itself, a corner where secret is whispered before silenced
dear, moss
be my best friend who is keeping my deepest hope, love, luck & faith to the
Beloved
Long or short, my love
A weekend fulfilled with joy
Is a green meadow.
it is maybe one of clearest days in my life in which I can see what it means to be accepting
I’m never angry because of any type of rejection; I’m always upset when it’s about unclear behaviour in human being’s life
yet today with a long ride on the road to Masjid Sultan I found that there’s part of life in which a group of people use unclarity to protect themselves but claiming they are the most honest guys on earth
there is time, a cycle of it where everything starts then ends
let’s watch people cook, let’s watch people pretend….
and when my observation is correct, I’ll tell my best friends “I told you!”
happy weekend, WordPress
If I am to mention what’s my super power, it’s to love & to accept my life as it is.
What is love?
I used to think love was only that among family members. Then I grew it as a flower in a garden of family and friends. Then it grew to romance. Now it’s as wide as humanity & life. What a growth I’ve deliberately realised when I’m grown up.
Today love itself has taught me how it is a fuel to accept what life is and at the same time to keep the journey on. Love is never that that discourages human being to hope for the best. Love is never that that deflates the hope to keep believing that humanity prevails.
Sometimes love feels so tiny that it can only give me a small hole to see a faraway land with a beautiful meadow. It feels so depressed sometimes that it can only make me breathe the thin air to feel the freshness of breeze in the mountain.
Yet most of the time love is huge embracing this heart to smile and to dance and to prance above the path of life. It highlights what’s bright in a dull moment. It balances what’s tailing, spinning, diving and loopy like a kite flying unsteadily. It makes these eyes see what it is, no drama, no excessive handling– just being a stable self, loving, living.
Love is an action to load daily activities with meaning and purpose, how trivial the action is. Love is a willingness to share with others in silence or in crowd with little to no attention seeking. All not easy, but doable–
I can only write about love because that’s the only thing I can talk about.
Work is something I can only share with my colleagues. Charity is something I can only share with those rightful to receive. Love is for all around me.
Celebrate love! It’s as spacious as a weekend.
☘️❣️
a petal of rose like cherry’s, sways in autumn to mark surrender
☺️
Tongue tied, Beloved
Seeing how carefree you are
Dancing with the tide--
life is about riding the tides. when it’s high, soar. when it’s low, dive. this soul is free, loving from distance or nearby– no difference but loving from distance makes the vibe thicker with longing, from nearby lighter with laughter
love is as beautiful as everyday’s sunray
never hurry! love is the way itself, not a destination
2026, you’re chosen. congratulations 💎
Holy, Beloved
The days through which I walk through
Life and her stories.
This heart, Beloved
Is the star constellations
Glow when she's so dark.
This heart, Beloved
Glows constantly in the dark
With hope, love and fear.
The star, Beloved
Falls-- falls after collision
To ocean of tears.
I love you, Ibu. No one loves me like you do. I know you’re happy in the other side.
Send my warm regards to Bapak whose love and protection is beyond any man I’ve ever met so far.
Terima kasih, Bapak & Ibu.
You’re always in my heart esp now.
😘☺️❣️
Today's roomy, Love
As the rain falls on my hair,
Glides with so much fun.
Beautiful, my love
The arranged colours and scents--
The heart shines brightly.
pretty like me 😁
Eyes to eyes, my Love
Where realm of now and here be
Punishing the past.
When I talk with someone, I’ll look into one’s eyes. It’s a sign that I respect my interlocutor, embracing one’s presence mindfully here and now. In return I really hope that the person does the same to me.
Yet who am I to want someone to do it wholeheartedly.
Let days be days. Lessons flow like rivers within me, the heaven that I’ve built to reach the real heaven ahead.
Wish you all a blessed weekend.
💙
Life is poetry
Singing songs to a quiet heart
To be pretty noise.
me trying on the “Booty on mega mendung” batik
Show me, Beloved
That it's real and right and true.
Says a shy lover.
The Quran is always a good advisor to me. It never lets me down.
When I’m so doubtful of self worth, it always sends me encouragement to be always faithful to what’s shown to me, without others’ validation or justification. Trust me an ordinary human being in whatever age period will still question herself when a strong blow of question “who do you think you are? know your worth” comes to her especially from those who are supposed to at least “shut the mouth”. 😁❣️
What a day!
This verse that randomly opened just now is QS Assajdah #24. For those reading this as outside world this verse is about leaders in a group; yet to me as the Quran can always be about what’s within, this is about leader within me which is the Heart.
The heart will only lives and be alive only when the whole body agrees to be patient and trust what’s shown through the existing senses. Be patient, dear self. Trust the process and the symbols and signs shown to you.
I will just walk to where love and compassion is leading me. Be it real. Be it true. Be it right.
Amen.
💙
Pages of a book
Dog-eared, yellowed
And wrinkle
Of fingers stroking--
I’m not a religious person yet I love checking holy books, books about local faith around the world and writings about philosophy. To me wisdom scatters everywhere; it might not be the best sources of wisdom but reading them has opened my horizon of thinking and I’ve become an open-minded and free thinker to some extent.
There is one more thing about checking those books is getting personal advice that I can’t get from even the closest people around me– not because I don’t trust their love to me but I don’t trust their level of bias in analysing my situation. They are not open enough to accept me who is very open in thinking yet very morally guarding to my own self (two paradoxes my closest people still can’t understand up to now). That’s why I “consult” the Quran, the holy book aside from Bible that I’ve been familiar with since I was young (my father was a Christian).
Today I felt the need of consulting the Quran; I prayed, recited Alfatihah the opening suuraah of the Quran, greeted those I respect in life, took a short silence and randomly opened the book.
Here is the answer from the Quran.
QS Annuur #38
That Allah may reward them [according to] the best of what they did and increase them from His bounty. And Allah gives provision to whom He wills without account.
My heart stopped doubting. Is it because of the Quran? Is it because of to whom I prayed? Is it because of my trust? Maybe one of them. Maybe all of them. And I don’t want other possibilities because I won’t let myself doubt what’s been confirmed.
Thank you, dear Quran for being my closest friend, a book that opens all the doors of light. I might not be religious but you’re always the #1 consultant I’ve turned to for the past 33 years and probably will be for the rest of my life.
Light, light, my heart becomes so light.
Thank you❣️
Mandarin ducks perch
On a rocky river bank
Enjoying the sun.
a painting of a raft of Mandarin ducks would be a beautiful spot in a house
their colours are fascinating
Mandarin duck swims
Through calm water to the edge
Welcoming the breeze.
my small work of art to be, “the lone swimmer, love bird of the east”
Evening, Love, is
Carnation in a glass vase.
Flickering candle--
What she needs, my love
A jar of coloured petals
That smile to her mind--
heliconia is always a nice welcome
or an orchid that’s bright
never a bottle of wine
just a cool towel and a cup of lemongrass tea next to a carnation
Sweet heart, Beloved
Lingers so long, stays alive,
Connects what across.
My mother is supposed to be 81 years old if she’s alive physically. I’m sure she’s happy across, seeing I’m happy. I know she knows I miss her everyday– there is still empty seconds in the morning when I wake up seeing no WhatsApp message from her.
I’ll keep all about you in me forever, Ibu. Love ya much much❣️
Send my best regard to my father who probably is sitting with you all the time talking about you offspring.
Terima kasih, Ibu.
the last screenshot of our video call on Aug 16, 2025
even with just half of her teeth, she still is beautiful
💕
Marble cake, my Love
Calls me to sweeten my days
With sugar and scent.
marble cake is one favourite of mine; it’s sweet that never fails to make me smile anytime I bite from every slice of it
me is about meaning and my marble cake is not excluded
like marble, it’s layered of taste, chocolate, vanilla, butter, crisp, moist & fluf exactly like memories of my life that is always full of love
once my readers asked me love will bore you and stop you from singing; I said no as my love isn’t about what’s outside, it’s about what’s skin, flesh, bones and marrow, it’s about muscle and about memories– the whole concept and its compliance altogether that will never fade away through known dimension
and love isn’t about someone else other than me, it’s about how layers of truth are formed with all the falling in love and broken heart in life, even the thinnest love & the slightest broken heart
have you ever seen an orchid shows its bud? that’s a thinnest falling in love
have you ever waited a taxi then suddenly the driver cancelled the order? that’s a slghtest broken heart
I’ve been falling in love to someone that’s so special: that’s a thickest love and losing someone that I’ve loved the most: that’s the biggest broken heart
and those in the middle, a lot
yes, my life is like marble and also marble cake, layered with tastes
and I never want to trade it with anything else
☘️
Love daily, my love
Chosen, cleaned, soaked, cooked and packed
To serve forever--
chicken biryani for lunch is like falling in love after broken hearted
💙☺️❣️
sprinkled friend onion on the layer rice & chicken
💕
boiling rice
marinating chicken in herbs + yogurt
another key to a nice biryani
fying onion
the herbs to boil the rice
basmati rice after 30′ soaked in water
She's a hummingbird
Flying her colours and voice.
Garden of Eden--
If people ask what one thing I’d do at home when I’m doing other relaxing things?
The answer: humming❣️
Humming is the power of someone who loves singing but not memorise the lyrics. It’s what makes the amateur singer feel so proud of herself of singing beautifully without words, voice and tones are right, words are hidden. 😁
Today my household chores are not as many as before yet still I want to be home longer; I have a book to read then share my reading to my family and friends. I also have a sheet of white fabric to experiment shibori stitching.
Saturday is never boring with humming.
my mom used to ask “what are you cooking for this Saturday?” then “that’s delicious! wanna try! cook it for us when you’re home” then I would call her sharing laughter & jokes
no I’m not sad but I miss her love, compassion, stories, jokes, intimacy between mother and daughter
I’m so blessed with her being my mother; and still so blessed to have siblings and in-laws that understand intimacy is the glue of our family
thank you❣️
time to let my physical, heart & soul hum softly as part of my gratitude for the love around me 💕
The load, Beloved
So much she can give to you--
Whatever she keeps
RC Gorman’s work of art
the woman is guarding what she keeps in the terracotta jar silently sitting next to her like a soul that she lives with, that she fills with richness of life full of love & hope, that someday she will share with that patient enough to sit down with her silently & fun enough to enjoy life as it is
life is beautiful
☘️💕
Red bird, Beloved
Flies home bringing her redness
Welcoming the light.
it takes some time to accept that the woman called mother has left me physically
it’s ok, it’s just taking time to accept that there’s a hole called “missing you, ibu” anytime unexpectedly
thank you, ibu
♥️
Riding the wind, Love
Across the route Love chooses
On behalf of love--
wind is pushing her pedaling a journey to the heart of life
rike jokanan 
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