Beloved is chased By many; loved secretly By the lonely. You?
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Tag: heart
Singing Hearts
Heart plays melodies That knock on Soulās door. Both meet And fly together.
Temasek – Dec. 21, 2020 / 7:24pm
Smile
Smile. Have a good life. Clear the head with light air, heart With rhyme and rhythm.
May all beings be happy.
Arid Land, His Heart
I never want to hurt myself, I just didnāt know who you are.
I got hurt by a cactus in a desert
Who pricks little fingers,
Who just want to touch this life softly,
Not hurting, not taking anything away.
Wounded, I decided to blame stupidity:
Why did I have to have to have to have to have to just touch cacti? I should have left that arid land long before I touched a prickly spirit.
A delayed regret is less important than a lesson learned but it always gives a story the most significant pivot.
Now
Iāll just admire from here
From where I stand
With millions of prayers
For a secret journey.
Yet I know you are a ghost days and nights.
Someday when I pour down the rain,
Youāll know.
Love is as sweet as water in droughtā
Maybeā
If it is not late....
May all beings be happy.
Have You Seen A Saint? – haiku
Have you seen a saint
Walking on earth with no sin?
Yes? What a non sense!
Singapore – Apr. 23, 2020 / 00:30
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No saintā
There is never a saint.
What there is
Is someone whose soul is awakened,
Whose life is eaten away by humanity
Whose heart is shining
Through it.
At least those are saints I believe having lived in human form.
May all beings be happy. šš¼
Pledge For The New Day – haiku
Pledge for the new days:
Never hurt one’s heart again….
…. But bullshit won’t stop.
Singapore – December 7, 2019 / 3:40pm
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Hurting heart is human being’s habits -or some human beings have it as expertise- so never ask anyone to not hurt your heart. That’s natural.
Some people hurt you because you are you. But don’t stop! Even if you have to lose someone just to be yourself, be yourself. That is the only choice.
And, when someone doesn’t appreciate your presence as you, just walk away. You are not a tree.
Not easy, but doable
Enjoy your weekend š
Thanks for the picture to: Habits For Well Being
Church – Coldplay
[Verse 1]
What can I tell you?
When I’m with you, I’m walking on air
Watching you sleeping there,ā
yeah
Butā
what can’t Iā
get through?
And for everyone, everywhere
You’re answeringā
every prayer
[Chorus]
And when you’re riding a wave
Oh, won’t you ride that wave to me?
When you’re setting your sail
Oh, can I be your seventh sea?
When you’re riding a wave
Oh, when you’re riding a wave
[Bridge]
‘Cause when I’m hurt
Then I’ll go to your church
‘Cause when I’m hurt
Then I’ll go to your church
[Instrumental]
[Chorus]
When you’re riding a wave
Oh, won’t you ride that wave to me?
When you’re riding a wave
[Vocalizing in Arabic by Norah Shaqur]
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When Mind Is Set Free – haiku
When mind is set free,
I want to live forever
As long as with you.
Singapore – long weekend of Deepavali Day 2019
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King of Swords and Queen of Swords turned to King of Wands and Queen of Wands after stumbled by The Tower. From icy cold to passionately loving characters
Amazing! Ramblin Mikeās cards were open so ācoincidentlyā magical. But I believe nothing is coincident.
End of this long weekend has got a nice closure of a bitter wound that gradually turns into a sweet journey, even if having to wait for an unknown shadow of a you. Just with a zodiac reading ā that I used to underestimate :-p
Lesson learnt: Donāt underestimate a small talk, it can change a cold heart and angry mind of Maleficent into a warm heart and liberating mind of Nala of The Lion King.
Useful links:Ā My Lion KingĀ andĀ Maleficent
Wanna see Ramblin Mike’s zodiac reading? Enjoy.
No Need To Tell Them – haiku
No need to tell them
That your heart bleeds dry of Love.
Theirs might have bled, too.
Here now with myself
Sometimes we cry in the dark alone because of repeated broken heart. Sometimes you just wanna leave, run somewhere where no hurt can be felt. Don’t! Just stay!
And don’t blame on others that you think have broken your heart. No. The heart is yours to embrace, to love, to fix, to regrow…. You can do it. Don’t tell them how suffering you are because they might suffer at the same level, or even worse.
Just pray…
That we all will value the Love better and never break any heart anymore,
Especially our own heart.
Salaam for all of you who love your heart. Take care.
The link below is where I borrow the picture from, it is a very beautiful writing about heart.Ā The Most Beautiful Heart
https://madamsabi.wordpress.com/2014/08/24/the-most-beautiful-heart/
Eros Shot A Heart – haiku
Eros shot a heart–
Unperceivedly wounded. Lo!
Aura’s given up.
Temasek – September 30, 2019 / 18:50
Discussed about Eros myth with my friends and found that his story evolved over time. At the early time he was just god of love and lust for everyone – EACH & EVERY ONE. Then he became the god the protector of gay male lovers. Kind of disappointing why he was changed orientation. The facts that he is a beautiful reality and we women shall not compete with more lovers from different sex are bitter, painful and kind of betraying. The competitive population added has made the chance of women’s victory drop to a very small part of pie.
Should I curse? No, I might be cursed back as discriminating.
Should I cherish? No way! I wouldn’t cherish a fact even the one I can take lessons from.
Eros, you are responsible for this. Hand me your bow and arrow. I’ll burn them before you continue your job. Oh, I probably shall flashback and kill Chaos, too. One more thing: and never let all men be born….
Two Keys In A Chain – haiku
Two keys in a chain–
One’s for Soul and one’s for Heart.
Merlin, please guide me.
Jalan Imbi KL, MY – August 28, 2019 / 21:22
Can’t wait for my holiday retreat around my birthday, when my head will be loaded with different types of reading from what I normally enjoy on normal days, when my heart will be loaded with contemplation without drama with those people, when all is between breeze and silence.
Dear Work, don’t worry. It will be just for a while. I’ll be back for you….
Useful link: https://merlin.fandom.com/wiki/MerlinĀ
Weeping Ney – free verse
Neyā¦.
Your song pulled me down in to the depth of abyss
Gliding with no weight,
Free falling ā
Neyā¦.
Your tone touched me on the hollow emptiness
Craving for sensations,
Crashing on nothingness.
Neyā¦.
Your call dragged me along the path that I know well, yet
I am lonely and blind,
Waiting for a map.
Neyā¦.
Do you know Iāve been here all my life,
My breath,
My step,
My tear,
My despair,
All of mine.
Neyā¦.
You are the breeze that sweeps my draught
Then soars;
The dewdrop that breaks my morning
Then wakes up;
The spark that lights up my flame
Then burns.
The dirt that buries my hope
Then grows.
Neyā¦.
It is you
That swirls like earth spiraled upwards by tornado,
And travels afar before it hits the door of heaven.
Neyā¦.
I am taking your hands.
Your weeping cries will always accompany my journey
To you, Ney.
Phnom Pehn – August 2, 2019 – 22:45
Direction – haiku
Much a do ’bout it
Ripples in a pool have brought
A Star. Guide me please.
I might not involve emotions in my devotion but I mean it. Never ask me to love you coz I don’t. Never force me to long for you coz I don’t. My realm is so much different from yours. Mine is far under the bottomless abyss, yours might be in heaven. Leave me coz I don’t have a promise.
I love myself and that’s just it.
Temasek – March 1, 2018 – 19:57
Reposting my friend’s blog – Michael Lai
Some Captured in Da Nang
Took some pictures just yesterday, without technicality, without sophisticated lenses, without a thought….
Only with a heart, a pair of eyes and an iPhone6.
Enjoy….
Thanks to Ninh Tran for being a photographer in which I’m in. He is the one in blue, praying.
Location: Linh Ung ā Bai But Pagoda,Ā an attractive tourist destinationĀ and the biggest pagoda in the charming coastal city ofĀ Da Nang
HRegency – January 21, 2016 – 12:03am
Blacky and Amie
I support animal lovers and rescuers by praying for them or when I’m able I’d like to donate or accompany them to take care of those animals. But honestly I mostly support them from a distance…. The lowest level of caring but the best I can.
About two weeks ago a friend of mine texted me to pray for Blacky, a little cutie pie that was suffering from vomitting after every meal of his. Blacky, a black-with-white-spots kitten was waiting for exchanging blessings with me.
This is Blacky, when he was up and around.
Blacky was transported by his mommy named Amie by bus for about 3 hours. What a lovely journey for Blacky and Amie the mommy….! To get him cured. Vet said that Blacky suffered from kidney disfunction. Or, at least that was the result after some examination by the vet plus X-Ray.
Blacky and mommy Amie
Mommy had to go home to Tangerang, Banten because she had to work. But Blacky ought to stay — he was exhausted and needed some rest because of Tangerang – Jakarta trip and his sickness. Then it was decided to put Blacky in an animal clinic in Kemang.
Blacky with siblings — all those sweet creatures
Blacky was not getting better. He kept vomitting and decided to leave, he was departing to the land across beautiful ocean. On his last day he ate a little and got positive energy support from another friend of mine. But Blacky really wanted to leave. He was happy and still is now.
Blacky felt the love of mommy Amie and thanked the Universe for sending her to take care of him in his very short life span. He was serving himself as a cat and it was his best serviceat that time. He would love to serve a better role in his next span of life and the Universe already grants his wish.
He will be borne as a boy or a girl who gets so much love…. Namaste….
He will be borne as a boy or a girl who is raised by loving and caring parents…. Namaste.
He is blessed and giving blessings.
Breastfed together to mommy cat
Thank you Blacky for being present in my life although we never met face to face…. I feel the love of yours and mommy Amie’s love.
Please be safe in your trip to your better future. Til we meet again….
Jalan Putri Hijau, Medan – October 2, 2015 – 12:23am
Listen
Sometimes you are tired of listening to friends who keep saying they are tired of walking down their life path.
Sometimes you are bored of listening to people who keep thinking they are the unluckiest ones on earth.
Sometimes you are just wondering what those people are talking about and you just say “uh-uh” at the end of every sentence they say.
Sometimes you are just smiling at the end of the table to confirm that they just want to be heard and not really care whether you are really listening or not.
That’s fine….
Life is about enjoying.
So, let’s enjoy the listening part.
Open the ears wide, and more than that HEART wide to suffice what those people are craving: to be listened, to be care.
Because they feel abandoned in their own life, in their own self…. Without realizing that they are feeling that way.
But, willingness doesn’t come easy. It sometimes gets dragged aside by weak body and heavy days…. So, forgive yourself for not listening to every whining and complaining….
Oh…. What a beautiful life! What a beautiful journey! I think I know why I am here.
If only I can tell them to listen to their own selves.
Penang – January 21, 2015 – 4:46am
Picture borrowed from http://weheartit.com/entry/group/694625
You, Me, Shadow?
opening the door,
will I see you?
or, is it only your shadow? pretending to be you….
did I live with you? or with your shadow?
is it now that you are real or shadow?
tears flow, flowing along the path pushing through the door at the end.
what end? is there an end?
or a start? what should be started?
are you there?
welcoming me or welcoming my shadow?
am I real me or just my shadow?
just the two of us….
staring at each other – shadow to shadow?
I just hope you are the one behind the door….
Hilton KL – April 30, 2014 – 12:49am
Alun
Alun….
Mengalun di laut, menerpa angin, diterpa angin.
Matahari menghias riak di ujung-ujung alun, bahai beledu bertebaran di karpet biru dan hijau laut.
- Alun adalah
- nafas satu-satu menyambung harapan pada kehidupan
- degup jantung menghitung rasa hati
- jentikanĀ jemari membersihkan kuku yang memanjang setiap hari
- semua, semua yang datang dalam untaian bebatuan mulia dalam hidup ini.
Alun, di laut kau mengingatkanku
Untuk selalu bersabar memberimu jarak, biar tetap mengalun….
Hilton KL – 27 April 2014 – 9:40 malam
Gambar dipinjam dariĀ http://www.cepolina.com/sea-blue-turquoise-pureness.html
Nerve
Deep inside this soul there is a big question without words.
The ears cannot identify what the question is because they have been trained to understand only entries in the encyclopedias and dictionaries that have been articulated by voice chords. But the heart can feel it and surge it in to the emotional pipes. It flows through the whole physical vessel of human being and won’t stop until the bubble dries out of the question wrapped.
Picture borrowed from http://rjheeks.wordpress.com/2013/05/19/soap-bubble-reflections/
The question flops after fluid of emotion finishes at the tips of the nervous system in the body. And it remains un-answered until now….
How can one answer the question of the question itself is not understood; left alone understood, it is not even heard.
What can we do to hear it?
So much time has been spent and there is only one way is the solution.
Go through all pipes of emotion in our body and visit every end of nervous system that we own and we’ll probably can see what’s the question we need to hear….
Listen to ourselves.
Understand ourselves.
Find the answers if really needed.
Let ourselves choose if it needs answer or just let the question un-understood or even un-heard….
…. ‘Coz the surge in the emotion pipes and the sparks at the nervous tips should be kept un-finished.
YCK Rd – Mar’ 15, 2014 – 2:42am
