Sufficiently servedβ
Each season presents a gift
That is grateful for.
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graphs of my Universe
Sufficiently servedβ
Each season presents a gift
That is grateful for.
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It is easy to say βthat I should love allβ; yet it is not that easy as to finally love easily in life as it takes a long process, including to understand what love is, how to express the love, to whom I should express it, how much love I should share, etc before it becomes my commitment to love.
To me everyday is love day, no matter how much love I can feel flowing in my veins. Today several love wishes came from some friends. Good to share with more people.
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Aku ini adalah dirimu
Cinta ini adalah cintamu
Aku ini adalah dirimu
Jiwa ini adalah jiwamu
Rindu ini adalah rindumu
Darah ini adalah darahmu
Tak ada yang lain selain dirimu
Yang selalu kupuja
Wo uh wo
Ku sebut namamu
Di setiap hembusan napasku
Kusebut namamu
Kusebut namamu
Dengan tanganmu aku menyentuh
Dengan kakimu aku berjalan
Dengan matamu ku memandang
Dengan telingamu ku mendengar
Dengan lidahmu aku bicara
Dengan hatimu aku merasa
Tak ada yang lain selain dirimu
Yang selalu kupuja
Wo uh wo
Ku sebut namamu
Di setiap hembusan napasku
Kusebut namamu
Kusebut namamu
Tak ada yang lain selain dirimu
Yang selalu kupuja
Wo uh wo
Ku sebut namamu
Di setiap hembusan napasku
Kusebut namamu
Kusebut namamu
Floating and flowing
As is. Stones and whirls push her
To the sea of love.
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Rain is beautiful. Its drops slip between her hair, washing off sadness.
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Not under the bed, itβs what sheβs slept with since she was a cute baby.
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What is love day?
A day when love is precious?
Only once a year?
How stingy human being is!
To express love only on that dayβ
Maybe they are afraid
Of saying love to
That they love dearly.
Maybe expression is
Embarrassing and too low
That they dump it cruelly.
Maybe love is considered a myth
Scientifically unproven
That it is skipped.
Maybeβ¦.
So much maybe.
I will still love
You
In silence
As
Love has made my heart pretty
Although rejection and ignorance
Once made it ugly.
All days are my love days.
To my
Belovedβ
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Remembrance about the beloved is river flowing to the sea.
This heart sings. Its notes witness through pitch and tempo. Genres of the soulβ
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This heart is flowing fluid
Filling the soul with
Redness of bravery
And rage;
Pinkness of romance
And lust;
Orangeness of warmth
And attention craver;
Yellowness of glory
And jealousy;
Greenness of tranquility
And envy;
Blueness of peace
And mourning;
Whiteness of singularity,
And fear;
Blackness of mystery
And death.
When the soul blinks,
A spectrum ray chutes down
On to the ocean of mind,
Illuminates whatβs to solve.
Is your face dyed as your heart is dyed, Beloved?
And your words
Your footsteps
Your breaths
Touch?
Or, layers of curtains shade your true colours?
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Green everywhere accompanies traveler on the way to a gate.
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The day is aglow, as radiant as garden with colourful grows.
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With green as backgroundβ¦.





The wind flies dry leaves to where travelβs light and memoryβs full. Well doneβ
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Whatβs brokenβs broken until connected again. Never be the sameβ
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Thereβs always a home for a wanderer. Sweet homeβ Sweeter than sugar.
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Keeping afloat, buoyant freely swaying playing the waves in the skyβ
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Tell the sun rising and setting that Iβm ready anytime: morning, night and dayβ to present whatβs best in my humble life.
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Curated sources of knowledge is a vast deep ocean to dive in.
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A few from Topkapi Palace




You donβt need so much love to find love around. Make it with a little love.
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Missing you is losing some pixels from mind; life becomes less vibrant.
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Fly. See land from above. Wide, broad, one whole. Bird eye, one gift from heavenβ
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A journey starts. A journey ends. A route is colourful when observedβ
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A loving visit beyond time and space. Salaam. Universe answers.
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One by one one makes dream come true one way or another. Best wishes.
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Written on this soul, your footsteps making sweet songs sung by the green birds.
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Hi morning, letβs dance. Tell tomorrow Iβm happy to dance in all tunes.
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Travel light is fun,
With so little to carry.
Prancing deer,
Safe in the forest,
No tiger,
No bear,
Just green and breeze.
Travel full is peace,
With all so prepared.
Walking elephant,
Graceful in the desert,
No hyena,
No lion,
Just sun and breeze.
Letβs travel
With light heart,
Flying eagle,
Free in the high,
No storm,
No lightning,
Just blue and breeze.
Letβs travel
With full heart,
Humming alpaca,
Peaceful in the hill,
No distress,
No agitation,
Just earth and breeze.
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Your eyes, Beloved
Drown me to a depth of soul
Where you hide nowhere.
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Another new year with another long weekend. Added holidayβ
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It sways flexibly
In stormy days.
It grows calmly
In sunny days.
It roots perennially
In the meadow.
It sings;
It hums;
It mutes;
It sees;
It hears;
It touches;
It tastes;
It smells;
In silence
Perfectly.
It does well.
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