Tag: haiku

I just wanna be
Soaked and refreshed in your love.
Fun in solitude--

evening swim is nice with splashing sound and unseen shadowy fellow swimmers — soaked and refreshed in solitude is a privilege

Dreamseeds

Dreamseeds, Beloved,
Land only on a warm heart
That does what it says.

if i were a fairy, i would fly with the dandelion to plant seeds of dream so all good heart can sing only guileless love songs

Thank You, My Morning

Learning, love, Poetic, This Person, Those People

Thank you, my morning
For giving my passion back
After short suicide.

the lagoon pool this morning, its splashing sound competing with the traffic picking up was the background when i called my mother after my morning walk

my mother is sometimes too worried about me then she says “you’re too active”; she’s not exactly right — yes i swim every 2 days, walk 5km every 2 days and bike now and then but i see others run, hike the mountains, box (some of my Filipino colleagues do), etc

so i told my mother just now that i will keep being active if this is what she calls active as this is what makes me greet my morning with positive vibes everyday

i don’t want to waste my time by doing what those in despair do

and she always tells me “don’t forget the routine fasting but eat more” — what?! mother…. a woman that annoys you but you can’t stop loving her

terima kasih, my morning & ibuku sayang

Everyday Life

In everyday life
Leaves are on trees, trees on roots;
Blooms and fruits on hopes--

my everyday life is prosaic, i recompose it to be poetic so i can enjoy it with my loved ones

💕

Lyrics (softly spoken, deep and on point)

What in the world are we going to do?
Look at what everybody's going through
What kind of world do you want it to be?
Am I the future or the history?

'Cause everyone hurts
Everyone cries
Everyone tells each other all kinds of lies
Everyone falls
Everybody dreams and doubts
Got to keep dancing when the lights go out

How in the world I am going to see?
You as my brother
Not my enemy?

'Cause everyone hurts
Everyone cries
Everyone sees the color in each other's eyes
Everyone loves
Everybody gets their hearts ripped out
Got to keep dancing when the lights go out
Gonna keep dancing when the lights go out
Hold tight for everyday life
Hold tight for everyday life

At first light
Throw my arms out open wide
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelu-halle-hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelu-halle-hallelujah
Yes

Rain, Don’t Go Away

Rain, don't go away.
There's a clay land to spray, then
I'll welcome what may.

i love rainy season as much as i love autumn as they feel like falling in love everyday; i love other seasons as they feel like dreaming of an upcoming love everyday

💕

Nice and Light

Trimmed up, Beloved,
A heavy bough of ripe fruits
With nice and light smiles.

heavy week completed with nice and light smiles — alhamdulillah….

happy weekend

💕

The Keys

There are flying keys,
One right to open a door
To a heart that loves.

i left this AirTag attached to a group of keys (key card to apartment and block gates, unit door, bedroom door, locker, a drawer and another secret key) in my office desk and so i had to go back to office through the most accessible U-turn which is located right in front of my home compound….

….and it was raining cats and dogs!

how did i feel? one second of down then lucky the whole journey: what if my iPhone didn’t flash my left AirTag? i might have reached the gate and got nervous not finding the keys to open all doors

a tragic comedy of the keys attached to an AirTag

even a sad story can be a laughable

thank you, iPhone and AirTag

😁

Refreshed

The sound of splashes
Echoing around a pond
Shows a frog refreshed.

home dinner gets me truly refreshed — not so much time to cook, so let’s eat raw then enjoy the music and books

❣️

You’re A Book

Learning, love, Poetic, Those People

You're a book she's read,
Much to digest and absorb.
A witty preface--

i breathe books in everyone i meet; their life stories are all worth telling; some in secret, some in public — no one is unworthy

sometimes i can sense a dazzling story just by reading its preface; sometimes the preface doesn’t represent the helter-skelter conflicts within the book; sometimes a book simply puts me to sleep soundly

😎

Ripples

A tiny feather
Leaves a trace on still water.
Message to the calm--

be true

True

When love is set free,
It rushes out to fly true
To its home called heart.

be true

Silence

She can hear silence
Whispering rhythms through the wind.
She then writes the rhymes.

Rest

Get rest, Beloved.
You've raced with a packed schedule
That's tamed by weekends.

the drink is “Teh Botol Sosro” the most legendary bottled tea in Indonesia 😘

mini tumpeng for today’s birthday dinner (most components by me) – need to rest my hands after cooking; this weekend is gonna be biking to east coast

Good Morning

Learning, love, This Person

Good morning, dear self.
Fly my love across the sea
Where heaven's sitting.

RC Gorman’s work of art – i feel strongly Gorman knew exactly how it feels to be a not-married woman: dressing herself nicely, wearing herself comfortably, greeting environment sweetly, loving her own self dearly like loving her beloved

The Lights

Learning, Map It!, Poetic

The lights, Beloved
Bring what dark has long hidden,
Disclose where to walk.

the structure in the picture is called The “Monument to Man” located on the hill above Chisholme House standing as an invitation to all of humanity to return to the origin of all love and to express it in the world

it is a tombstone of Bulent Rauf, a sufi master who founded the Beshara School where life is discussed and experienced through discourses and daily experience

i never thought that my inner journey would achieve its major disclosure in that remote place, far away from my home, poles apart from my culture

one friend sent this picture to the whatsapp group: the aurora borealis light on the “Monument to Man” — this brings my memory back to my stay there, a serene at the same time busy days

for 10 days i did a full day of work among the scheduled English morning & afternoon tea, breakfast, lunch and dinner — i celebrated my birthday silently, i kept it secret, and i felt so close to my own self, until now i believe all of us felt the same with what i felt and i wanted everyone to celebrate their serene days without distraction

since then i’ve committed to keep myself true to myself so i can be true to all; but what i do is just a little of it as i am not a saint, i am not either pious or religious, i am a sinner, i am a walking dirt but i want to keep my tiny spark shine within me and so it goes…. a human being in the making

💕

thank you

Planned

Learning, love, Poetic, This Person

If I'm asked to plan,
I'll plan colourful events
Where bravery rules.

plunge into ocean of possibilities – be brave, Beloved; you’ve failed and fallen, another plunge won’t kill

execute the plan to once again plunge into it and then…. done

💕

Rain

It is now raining,
Water combs dust down the roof.
She's trapped in the cold.

rain, i have no chance to warm up in the roof garden so i just sit in a sofa wrapped in my warm knit poncho

rain, i love it but at the same time have to struggle with the cold in the air conditioned building

rain, stay as you wish

Guided

Guide me, Beloved
Traveling in this dark maze.
Keep my trust intact.

our work group is moved from building 1 to building 3 before later finally to building 2

how much ever we love building 1 (we all don’t like working in high floor), we must move as building 1 will only be used for new process bloody heaven knows what

what makes me rather ok with building 3 6th floor is that it has a “garden” that is very helpful for me who don’t enjoy low temperature for too long — today i stayed in the garden for 30′ to warm my body

it has some natural plant, but plastic grass 🙃

today was my 1st day in building 3 6th floor — i was lost going to toilet then guided by janitor, lost to pantry guided by unknown colleague, lost to find the lift guided by another unknown colleague

thank you!

Aging Wine (ranting)

When this wine is aged,
Will it be smooth and pleasant?
Or acidic and weak?

If you ask me what I love the most about this body, without doubt I will say hair and eyes. I am given naturally pitch-black straight hair and deep sharp eyes. And now both really give me patience test.

My hair needs to be treated with more vitamin and tonic to stay strong and dyed (once in 4 months in certain part, not all) when insecurity comes for discoloured hair at the front left and right side of the head. My eyes demand glasses more often than before especially when reading.

Hell! In fact I can’t deny that there is a shade of insecurity of getting old. I understand aging is inevitable but when it changes some features loved the most, I am obviously offended….

My best friend and I often talk about aging and both of us accept and make fun of it. She is not interested in indulging her body, while I am once in a while so I will be the one telling her to keep the body relaxed and fit, while she reminds me to visit my physician and take the meds regularly. No, I never think beauty is the goal of physical treatment, it is always the health and comfort, while beauty sometimes comes as either a bonus or a consequence. And yes, I am against alteration of part of body for beauty; yet I respect those doing it.

Today I posted a photo in instagram and captioned it with two sentences about my fringe and insecurity, my best friend commented “camouflage is a key!” 😂

Hitting the core yet it is true! I will extend the coverage of fringe and probably have my hair coloured (maybe dark brown instead of black to remind me it is not natural) more frequently because I look tired with grey hair, while I want to look fresh both alone or with people. Someday though I will accept the grey hair sitting on my crown, maybe 10 years from now 😛

Getting ooooold. Congratulations! Wait until the time hits the age soon, Aging Wine! 😎

Rike, your grey hair (said they)…. i just smiled but then secretly extended the fringe 😎

my hair really tested me today: messy of wind and refused to be back to normal, stubbornly showing the world that they were against me!

The Best

Learning, love, Poetic, Those People

What's best, Beloved?
The one assigned to you now.
It's one and for all.

she is not the best mother compared to others, might not even better, but i think she is the best assigned to me

it’s great to talk to my mother now and then; please live healthy and longer, Ibu 😘

Sweat

Learning

Sweat is
Either from hard work
Or from
Nerve.
Feel its particular heat and movement on the skin
To find which.

old that i love the most — i can’t count how many times i tripped and fell with her, just catching or sometimes racing with the wind; i wanted to give it away to my nephew but never happens as i so much love this powerful Blue

my frequent commute buddy when i am not on taxi or bus

colleagues who commute by bikes will shower (again) in the office before starting working because of sweating but i won’t

i let my sweat dry by the AC 😁

biking is in my blood, from elementary until senior high schools and sometimes in uni i did move around by bike — i only totally stopped riding bike when i was working in Jakarta where cars are more preferred even if the traffic is heavy

my friend was in biz trip in London and brought one home for me with much cheaper price compared to Singapore’s — new, lighter and brighter and fancier than Blue but sometimes too shiny for me to move around so she doesn’t get frequent outting; i’ll bring you out more, Red and maybe someday i will give you away to my nephew so you will be ridden more for functional fun

thank you, life for opening my eyes every now and then with or without sweating

A Book Is A Garden

Learning, life, love, Poetic

A book, Beloved
Soaks a soul in clean water.
Washed off and refreshed--

I read a book by Haemin Sunim, Love for Imperfect Things. It is second book from him I’ve read, the first was When Things Don’t Go Your Way. While the latter felt like diving into my own understanding of life– a set of confirmation of what I’ve done and/or understood in life; the currently read is like a playful garden to me, giving me more space to reinterpret my life based on Haemin Sunim’s point of view.

I’ve stopped reading “heavy books”, those that make me more intelligent with bunches of upgraded sciences and knowledge, more critical towards others’ (different from me), more analytical around my folks (outside work), more rigid in forgiving those “making mistakes”. I am now trying to dull the knife in my mind, I’d love to have curvy corners that will just give slight sensation without wound when bumping or bumped by my fellow human beings.

💕

Yes, I am now a weak book reader, but I am an avid reader of my own heart and life.

This book reminds me that I should be bonding myself to an anchor called compassion in life so whatever happens to or around me, it is always love and kindness that become my basis of judgement and decision.

thank you, Haemin Sunim — how grateful i am to have read this book

Most books I am now attracted to are fiction, short books, those illustrated, colourful, with picture collection. I read some biography but only of my favourite people (now reading Alan Rickman’s).

Not a fan of “self help” books either as I don’t need to be helped, just need to sit together with a company to listen and to be listened to.

every chapter is as powerful as decades of dripping water that forms a smooth hole on a rock 💕

thanks to my favourite person for recommending this book; i wish to see you soon 💕

Continuing reading Haemin Sunim’s next book–

A View

Good view, Beloved
Gives her bright vibe and clear hope.
Saturday fever--

the view in female outdoor pool shower — Saturday can’t be more fun and brighter with heliconia

Do You Mind Me To?

Learning, life, love, Poetic, This Person, Those People

If I'm to follow,
It's only to follow you.
Do you mind me to?

the sun, sunflower and a weekend

Style

Your style's, Beloved
Yours that cajoles her to move
Current point of view.

i’m not a fan of French style but this hotel makes me feel home in Hanoi so i accept the style as it is and make it my preferred hotel

And So Does It

And so does it, Love
Doors closed are blessings to those
Needing to move on.

duck never fails me….

….and so does mango salad

oh so fresh and refreshing, gone in less than 30 minutes; let’s move on…

Tongue Tied