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I Miss My Home Now – haiku

Between breezes, she
Seeks the warmth of slowing time:
I miss my home now.

Soekarno Hatta Intl’ Airport Jakarta, waiting for the bird flying me over to a place called home.

August 17, 2019 / 13:15

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New Year’s Resolution – serious ranting

My home is near the MRT railway, every five minutes two 6-car trains will go to both directions. And, today they do their routine of life. But there is something different, like they know it is almost 2019 and want to celebrate the year exchange.

The trains sound more merrier.

And the vehicles in the crossroad just down floors below run like no energy is lacking or no drowsiness greets the drivers.

Around where I live there are a lot of trees that I hope won’t be cut down for long years to come. I love them as they are the ones making my breath lighter and healthier. And tonight I feel they send out purer air to me.

And there is a reservoir that is cleaned daily by the boatmen on the blue boats. It still looks dark at night but the water reflection is clearer and more magnificent.

All do more magic tonight…. Because it is new year tomorrow. And I am infected by their spirit of best performance of now here and so I want to be in the harmony with Nature now here and next year.

I might not be able to get a mentor that I expected but I will make myself the best mentor for myself to be more professional – clarity on what I do, purity on what I intend. I might not be the best of all but I will make myself the best version of me – committed and true. I might not get everything I wish but I will make myself to get what’s the best I deserve.

Tonight I welcome 2019 at home looking at my plants in the small balcony, going back and forth the fridge to get cool water – I don’t drink beer fyi, seeing all the passers by, enjoying the dogs’ smell from the one living under my balcony. The air, water, cloud, unseen sky, shy rain, greenery in the black black new year’s eve, all people celebrating far away with the fireworks, all the animals with shelters or without, all the blessed life under the sun, and all

To you I wish a….

…. Happy New Year 2019! The best is welcoming you.

I know next year is mine, too.

Temasek – December 31, 2019 – 11:18pm

 

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Flying – haiku

Sky is the limit.
Bird is soaring, zooming down.
To watch his strong branch.

Sometimes the journey is to nowehere but to go back home.

Bald Eagle in mid-air flight over Homer Spit Kenai Peninsula Alaska Winter

Picture borrowed from: A bald eagle serial killer at large in Maryland after 13 birds …

Singapore – March 27, 2017 – 23:33

Home, House, Imagination

When I was 12 years old (I hope I remember that age correctly), I imagined of having a small cabin to live with my four best friends: Rosi, Ana, Nana, Nanik.

Then at the age of 22 I want to have a big two-storey house with luxurious furniture where I can welcome friends to chat things.

Getting older, around 35 I just wanted to have a house. Just a house, any kind of house as I was so tired of renting rooms. And, thanks God I bought a tiny home near  river bank. A small house with two bedroom, enough for me an my cat to live in. It has a small garden to the right side of it – small, really small full with sand for neighborhood cats to poo and play. It has free walls inside for my orchids to hang…. And the front wall for my wijayakusuma to bloom happily. And, it has comfortable space for friends and family to stay overnight or just pay a short visit.

I am so thankful for what I am given in my life. I hope I still have a chance to share more with all my frineds and family and all animals around me.

Light is coiling around me, praying for the best.

My house is there to pray for me…. I’m here somewhere praying for my house.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you….

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Erawan, Bangkok – March 16, 2017 – 22:16

Universe Is Part of Me

Things to ponder today: Universe is part of me
Not I am part of Universe.

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I celebrate my life every day to make the Universe grow.
I radiate my positive energy to keep the Universe alive.
Universe only vibrates well when I send positive vibration to her.
It runs down if I ignore her.
Universe depends on me.
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But I am leaning on her.
‘Coz she takes what I give and she bounces the positive energy back to me, after multiplying it first….
Universe is a multiplier.

Universe is part of me.
She lives inside of me.
She grows when I grow.
She shrinks when I’m ignorant.

So, I better grow so that the Universe goes shining inside of me.
So, I better be positive anytime so that the Universe continues spinning and moving to infinity.

Universe is part of me….
I never stop giving her positive energy,
And she multiplies the energy and bounces it back to me.

Thanks, Universe for being my multiplier.
Namaste….

Before Bunderan HI, October 11, 2015 – 12:00pm

Picture borrowed from http://guardianlv.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/Was-the-Universe-Created-650×487.jpg

Life is Too Short….

Life is too short to hoard!!!

Waking up early this morning, I found that my living space looked very untidy. But is it really the untidiness the problem? Not at all…. Coz when I checked it once again, the reason is because there are too many things. Just way too many….

Books are just piling, out of the shelf. Clothes – some un-ironed – are stuffing the three-door closet; a closet with three doors mean too much for me since I used to have only one door or two before. Too many clothing. Boxes, paper bags, plastic containers, and so on and so forth please name it…. Huft!

I’ve been hoarding.

And I’ve gotta stop myself! Or else, my life will be full of unnecessary things.

I decided to throw some unused things away. Giving away second-hand things is the last option here in Singapore since I have to wait until someone requests the unused stuff is there. Believe it or not, a friend of mine threw away a piano, still working. And, just last week we threw away one washing machine – a functional washing machine – just because we bought a new one. Weeks ago I saw a very nice book shelf stood underground near parking lot for rubbish collection. People just don’t know whom to give things to.

I promise to stop buying more things coz I believe I have all things needed. I just ought to optimize their utilities. Ready? YESSS!!!

Ok, pack it up and go!

Singapore – July 12, 2015 – 7:45pm

The Need of Grounding

When it feels like levitate, unrooted from the foundation…. This body invites to realize that these broken pieces need to be collected for the thousandth time….

Keeping the matrix composed.

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Temasek – February 16, 2015 0 4:51am

Beautiful Greek & Handsome Greg

It is not Greek from the Europe.

She is our beautiful Greek and our handsome Greg – two cats our ours raised by my family.

The most beautiful girl and handsomest guy in our humble abode….

One female and one male felines that share their happiness and joy with us in life.

Greek, thanks for your cheerful hello when we get up, for your quick snatch when we throw the rope, for innocent look when we don’t give you enough, for your touch with the fur when you want even more rubs, for everything making us smile and (pretend to be) upset….

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Mew…. Your soft voice, Greek….

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Saw her and her caretaker last holiday

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Meow! Wow, stronger voice: that is Greg, the one replacing Bob

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enjoying day after lunch

Greg, now one-eyed has been a tough guy in our family – his right eye was attacked by virus and late treated. He’s been with us since Bob was still here.

Greg behaves calmer than Greek. He won’t hop or jump or run in front of me. He is just sitting, licking his whole body over, mewing strongly and more loudly. And, he eats more easily even finishes Greek’s leftover. They have different plates for sure but the same bowl of water.

Greg doesn’t sleep at home. He is a tom and strays around at night for female feline; he stays home when it rains very heavily — dining chair is his favourite. Greek is staying home almost 60% of her day — sometimes at the porch, beds, chairs, corner of mom’s study.

Both are loved as loved as the human around…. And be thanked as thanked as the whole Universe….

Thanks for the humans around who take care of them        🙂

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under the shade of drying frame

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Bob, the grand predecessor 🙂

Singapore – January 11, 2015 – 2:10pm

Challenges from A Friend

I have a new friend that has given me a lot of inputs about what I should do in my spiritual journey. She supports me with her reading the clues around me and finds solutions for not a few of my problems and several times provides me with challenges.

Once she told me to thank myself for having been supporting me all this ups and downs. She told me to love myself more than I do others – I’d been so exhausted, she said which is true. She also taught me a therapy to face myself – mirror therapy.

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http://agenesiscorpuscallosum.blogspot.sg/2009/05/reflections.html

In mirror therapy, I should look at my reflection on the mirror and talk to her. Oh my… It is just like I am having split personality. Yeah…. I was talking like crazy: I expressed my bad emotions at the beginning. Anger, disappointment, shame, fright,   humiliation, lonely, all those kinds of negativities bounced at me. By times, I got better – I said “I love you” to my reflection. Isn’t it to my self? Oh yeah… Yes, it works wonder.

Last night we chatted in whatsapp. This time she brought me one more therapy. It is calligraphy.

I was a bit stunned. It reminded me to a lot of forgotten hobbies. Talking to my self, standing in front of the mirror, saying thank you without reasons. And now calligraphy.

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http://www.studioarts.net/calligraphy/c2.htm

She said I need it to stabilize my inner power. My energy is balancing and my body should support it by harmonizing the inner waves. The idea of practicing calligraphy helps us pay attention on stable physical results by controlling emotion inside. I notice my handwriting becomes worst and worst, kinda scribbling rather than writing. Yes, it is time to go back to nature.

Once in elementary school I experimented using my own “font” when writing the a, b, c, d, e up to z in a test to match words and their meanings. And, my grade ended up at 70 while actually I got all correct. It failed in peer correction – my friends did not understand my font.

In junior high, I tried to join calligraphy class where we were taught how to handwrite words taken from Holy Koran. I got good grades. Oh my, I didn’t even know the meaning…. So interesting!

In senior high, we competed to have beautiful yet readable handwriting. And I was one of the best. Oh yeah!

In college I was even crazier…. I memorized by writing all the words…. Beautifully….

Yes, yes…. I am showing off….

Ha ha ha…. What I was trying to underline is calligraphy has been part of mine. I just forgot it some time. My friend came and offered me a new challenge and I love it not because I love the challenge itself but because it brings me to my own self.

Oh, I love this. Really. I am walking into my inner self and I am really happy. Like going back home….

Thank you, Tristi.

Singapore – October 21, 2013 – 21:51

 

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