Her head cracked of sun.
Water boiled, blown by cool breeze —
Golden Triangle
Temasek – September 19, 2016 – 11:30pm
Picture borrowed from http://www.fnetravel.com/english/chiangraihotels/anantara-resort-and-spa-golden-triangle.html
Tag: journey
Focused – haiku
She’s bulging her eyes.
A brown dot in a ground street.
Good God! It’s a dog!
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A story of me and my fellow creature, a beautiful dog
And I don’t know to whom I am asking these questions…. And, I find myself in the middle of a market…. Everyone is shouting, everyone is selling, everyone is focusing on what words they’re saying.
Eveyone is speaking, but no one is listening, everyone is living alone….
When I saw a dog in a steet, a dusty ground street. I asked him where I ought to go…. And, he just looked at me without a word passing by me away….
Every one is living, every one is breathing, every one is busy with oneself….
Every one is walking, but no one was stopping, just to care what life is in the other’s end….
Then I chased the dog passing by me. I said, “Hello, Dog. Where are you going? Can I go with you until the next cross roads”. He nodded his head and smiled….
Then we went ahead together. No cross road ahead we found and we decided to go ahead together until we really had to quit….
Life is about sharing even with a dog. Thank you, God for sending me a dog that has been so focused on walking down the path of life.
Singapore, May 2, 2016 – 9:58pm
And It’s There – haiku
And twa’s there with you.
I hope not to come back as
Travel is forward.
HRegency Da Nang – January 19, 2016 – 10:45pm
India – haiku
Night flashes me back
To “A Passage to India” —
With its two-branched end.
Bangalore – November 15, 2015 – 23:38
Picture borrowed from http://www.dreamstime.com/stock-images-culture-india-illustration-indian-map-showing-image36200374
Collecting
I’ve been collecting things in my life — not so much thinking about their functionalities, just as hobbies. It’s like never ending craving for new types of the collected items. Fun, fun, fun!
When I was elementary schooler, I collected stamps – at least five albums & some un-albumed packs of foreign stamps before finally I gave up. Where are those albums now? No idea where they are, probably my cousins took care of them. I was fond of nail polish, bead necklaces and hair bands…. Yeah, so glad remembering that — I was feminine, yes I was….
Another I remember is pencil collection, it was when I was 15. Any types of pencil were nested in a big fancied cartons and cans – 200+++ until finally I gave up…. Where did they end their “life”? Cant remember, I thought I gave them away to anybody wanted to take them.
Longer list…. Turtle & tortoises figurines, batik sheets, overseas coins, natural stones, gemstones, crystals, orchids, refrigerator magnetics, socks, silver and other metals…. And, many more collecting thingy.
What are those all things for? Just to feed desire of having this and that, wanting this and that, the word need was forgotten and/or ignored. Did I need the used stamps? Economic value was never a concern; I’ve never considered myself a sales-person type. Did my two hands operated hundreds of pencils? Who takes care of those collections — I leave them in my house in Indonesia…. So sad. Just these very recent months I decided to stop collecting. My attention and action shall be more meaningful to more people rather than just making me contented or proud of having bunch of things.
Supporting animal rescuers (cats and dogs), and communities helping underprivileged people (health and education) are the best choices now. Not because of having so much money to donate, but it is more about how to allocate the capitals wisely. No rates of return expected except that I want to be less guilty of enjoying this blessing selfishly.
Thanks Universe, for waking me up, for opening my very eyes wide, for presenting the needy before me…. Now, the challenge is to work constantly hard and smart to be able to share more without feeling “being more”. My time to breeze…..!
Sweet disclaimer: probably the consistent collection is books ‘coz reading is like eating, without it I’ll die… Hope reading will be everlasting hobby of mine. Reading with eyes, reading with mind, reading with soul.
Picture borrowed from http://liquid-state.com/2014/04/25/people-buy-books-love-books-isnt-obvious/
Singapore – October 19, 2014 – 9:36pm
Out Of The Silo
Coming out from the silo is like going out of a dark cave – dark yet comfortable place to take care of my dwarf inside of me. Time flies and staying in this small room is not enough to breathe freely anymore.
I am coming out of the dark. After so many years secluding my own self it is time for me to break free, free from the real enemy — my own self.
It is time to come out of my hidden shell. The pearl is ready to shine. Shine!!!
Picture borrowed from http://www.bitrebels.com/design/photography-a-woman-breaks-out-of-her-shell-literally/
Bayan Lepas, Penang – September 17, 2014 – 6:07pm
One Year Older
Birthday has never been so important for me except (maybe) when I was 17 years old…. Sweet seventeen, not really sweet but sweet enough to celebrate it with my all classmates in my third grade of senior high; additionally, tandem with a boyfriend (a friend who was a boy) born on the same day but one year older than me.
Tomorrow (some minutes ahead) I’ll be one year older…. And, I don’t feel it special except (maybe) that I will fly to Yogyakarta then ride to Borobudur to trace back my soul journey.
Picture borrowed from http://www.dpreview.com/galleries/2249911620/photos/1723070/
My father was born near Borobudur temple and I think it is just serene to feel the breeze of that site in my early 39.
I feel so thankful, I feel so blessed for having been granted this life of mine. Being single – not as happy as the married women out there but I am still happy with so much time to take care of my self and to dedicate to my family and friends and many more. Idealistic, huh? Indeed, that is the only thing I can work on to live my life: crystalizing the concept from my scattered moments and spreading my concepts to all the monumental seconds of my breath.
I am not sorry to be current me. I’ve been going through ups and downs; the highest alps and the lowest abyss — my own scale.
Do you know that all my mother, father in heaven, sisters, brother, nieces, nephews and my beloved cats and all friends have been my biggest supporters. They supply me with their cabling energy that connect to me through my dreams and fantasy — their love has magically turn my imagination into reality.
So, I won’t leave them like those who never leave me….
Happy birthday to me. I love me. Long live me.
Yio Chu Kang Rd – September 6, 2014 – 12:03 / just after midnight
A Goose, A Kitten and A Bear
I saw a gracefully-moving goose, swimming…. Not swimming, she was paddling her feet below the water to show me that life is beautiful but with circulating movement of inner power. How do human being look so calm but struggling to reach the other end of their journey which is at the same point is the start of another trip….
Picture borrowed from http://ibc.lynxeds.com/photo/swan-goose-anser-cygnoides/swan-goose
I saw then played with a bear. The eyes are soft so intriguingly contradictory with his sharp claws and teeth. Oye, Mr. Bear…. Please hug me in your huge warm body to feel that your heart is distributing love to your real existence through your eyes…. Your claws are the only tools to survive from others’ attack. Your strength is ultimately powerful to pump your core of love to my life, your strong boundary shares my selfishness of being a spiritual being – I will never want others to dictate my spiritual journey. You take the honey from my hands softly because you know that I only have heart full of love for you. I have nothing but love…..
Picture borrowed from https://addons.opera.com/en/themes/details/sweet-bear/
For me this life is a group of circling boundaries set by Mr. Bear; boundaries full with claws that have been defeated by his loving eyes…. Take the claws and del the love.
And, I saw a kitten…. Kitten, my baby….. Thank you for staying with me for quite sometime. You accompanied me when I was sobbing and curling near the lake. You sat next to me doing nothing except staring at me with full of questions:
“Why are you crying?
Don’t you know I am your angel?
Don’t you realize that you are my guardian angel?
What do you know about us?
How do you produce your tears? Are they from the bottom of your soul? Would you please teach me how to cry sincerely?
Soul, don’t you know you are beautiful and deserve to enjoy this blessed life? Soul, do you know that I will always be with you?
How would you stop crying of missing the real one, while I am here with you? Would you please hug me and whisper to my ears that I am your loved one?”
….
The kitten, he is now a sacred soul with me in this very world…. Thanks for being with me when I was weeping by the lake. Thanks for whispering to my spirit that you love me truly. My dear kitten, you are opening your Life and my Eyes…. Live love, Love…..
They sat with me by the lake where I saw the reflection of my spirit….
My dear Bob, now he is living in a real heaven with full of love all his life….
Singapore – July 7, 2014 – 10:57pm
Friendly Taiwan
Finally I got the visa for Taiwan just one half day before I flew to the country. It was a business trip and at the same time to meet the warm people in which I am working.
Taiwan in my first visit last year has given me a very good impression. I was invited to a dinner with a friend. They welcomed me so nicely, respected me like an long lost friend. In the small restaurant almost all guests were looking at me because of my different apparel (I’m a muslim woman and wear headdress.) and they smiled at me after my friend explained “muslim, muslim…”.
And, since then Taiwan has been one of my favorite countries among them visited.
In my recent visit my friend invited all of me and other colleagues to a local restaurant to enjoy Taiwan local cuisine. A lot of food, big smiles, sincerity gliding in the air…. Thank you, Joanne….
Let’s note that when we come to a place, it is not the luxury that impresses you first. It is always how the human beings are treating us. Let’s be warm heart and welcome fellow creatures on earth. Once we share a good space for others, they would love to take us to their heart….
If I have time, I’d like to visit this country not for work, to take my dear family here to enjoy the warmth of the people’s heart in the small country.
YCK Road – June 16, 2014 – 12:06am
Picture borrowed from http://elderbrucewhite.blogspot.sg/2011_05_01_archive.html
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
Forgiveness
Everybody makes mistakes…..
Can I deny that I do? The only thing I can do is to be able to forgive myself for all mistakes I have done in my life so far.
This is not easy to forgive others and even much more difficult to forgive my own self who have committed mistakes – many – of which part are planned. I don’t want to talk about the planned mistakes. Let’s just talk about mistake that is just mistake…..
My father passed away just one day before I got home. I planned to see him after so long I left my house for work in Jakarta. I was in a hard time adapting the cruel capital city that was blessing me with my first job after graduating from university. I was a secretary in a small company by then. My boss was a very pious person that treated all employees very well but then his company was not big enough to make me enough-paid to buy ticket to pay homage to my parents. So…. I had to save money for almost one year and of course to take a “decent” leave. I call it “decent” because I was needed badly to support other departments so that I did not dare to file for a leave at any chosen time.
That is my biggest mistake, it was almost unforgivable. I cease blaming on my self after so many years….. I cried when I remembered how painful it was to be poor and not able to pay a visit to beloved father who was sick and dying….. And, probably he was missing me so much. Please forgive me, oh my own self….
Then it happened again just this year.
Bob, my cat son was sick. I should have been able to pay him a visit. The ticket was affordable for me. It was just because the time did not allow. It took a long hour from Singapore to my mom’s house. From Changi airport I have to fly to Surabaya which is no problem at all, but from Surabaya to my mom’s house it would take 5 hours and so I have to spare at least 24 hours for the travel. I did not have that much time at that time…..
So, I let him die without me around…. This is almost unforgivable, too. I was sinking below all roots, could not see the beautiful flowers of my life in which those beloved ones nurtured before…..
Then….
I reconcile with my self.
What should I do? All is over.
My beloved father and son passed away when I was away. That might be what they wanted. They did not want me to see them die. They wanted me to just see how happy their life was when I was around.
They have always wanted me to commemorate their good days. They have always wanted me to celebrate our togetherness in a positive way. Like they have been saying to me “Be happy, Rike. We are always happy with you…. Celebrate our life with your good memories. Don’t cry for us. Smile for us. We will meet again in the next life.”
So then I tell myself softly that I should forgive my own self because my father and my son have forgiven me. They will never hate me just because I never touched their bodies before they were buried. Their souls have been surrounding me from then on, so they are never away because of being separated by the container called physical body.
Oye, Self….. Please cherish the love. Never forget that the soul can be communicated with even when the bodies are cremated or buried or decayed in unknown places….. Ask the souls to talk to you, listen to your explanation and apology, sincere apology.
It is never too late to realise.
Soul is always here. In the same matrix and ready to mediate.
So, please use the time while you are awake. Tell them how much you love them, how strong we are all connected and how big the sorrow will be if the forgiveness is not shared…..
Quezon City – March 4, 2014 – 9:37pm
My Love Is Forever Growing
I am almost 40 years old. So happy, without reason — age is not a reason to be happy. I just accept the way I am growing old, physically and mentally.
I was born in a family of seven. My late father, a wise simple man. My mother, the beautiful Javanese woman who is nurtured by this grand nature to be a super patient lady. Two brothers and two sisters. We are seven in a package, with ups and downs and some knots in our journey of life. And, now I have one son called Bob (Robert de Niro is his full name), my dear cat I’ve adopted as a son several years ago.
One more grey cat – we named him Mr. Gray – sleeps every single day in our verandah; so, let’s call him another additional family member.
I can’t give something extraordinary to them except one. Love…
I have nothing that grows forever, everlasting and without limit except love. I send it to my family members every single second with or without realising it.
All my family is in Indonesia. I am in a small country, Singapore. Not really far but less accessible sometimes.
When missing my family, I just open their pictures and send them my positive vibration. Or, I close my eyes, imagine their faces and send my energy to them.
It is a cloudy day, my love is still growing…. I am sending positive energy from Singapore to Indonesia, to cover my family or even all people there so that they feel the love that grows forever.
I also send my love to my dear Bob that has been so much lovely in his presence and absence to my physical. I love you, cat…
Mr. Gray, my love is for you. Be still, there coiling your fattening body until a plate of meal is served to you… Of course you should be patient until Bob is doing and you will have to have your meal together with him.
My love is also for all my neighbours, friends and all animals there… Be happy. I hope things go right… All violence is eradicated. You are living in happiness and peace…
To the world, earth and all the creatures in it… My love is growing forever for me and you… for us…
This love is precious. Never go away….
Singapore, February 8, 2014 – 5:11pm
Responsible Choices
Life is about choices, many people say. Not easy to choose the best one though.
My life is also full of choices. Every single day is between what in one hand and what in the other. Always two: this or that, here or there, now or never….
Am I thinking too much when I remember the day when I was so nervous and sorry for having chosen wrongly. Choose wrongly? What have I done? Many.
Thought I chose the wrong man that we broke up even with no strong ground. The worst relationship was actually the mostly-hoped-to-be-long-lasting; the guy literally dumped me because he just told me through short-message-service that “it is over”. Painful?
Thought I worked to wrong boss because that very good friend turned to be the most wicked vixen on earth — no wisdom I found at all when she became a boss. I left the company bringing a bunch of regret and wounds. How could one of best friends treat people like shit?
Thought I made a mistake when taking this current job because I learned that the stress was very high and being perfection is like an occult. I felt the stress and just wanted to go home. Even 5-star facilities could not help. What I experienced was chains of pressure and underestimation.
Thought I took care of myself the best I could. I thought I took care of my cat the best I could. I thought I did, I thought I didn’t….
All I thought are now turning into what I personally call “my glorious ordinary” — something in daily life so ordinary but making me gain victory every single day, no regret only big lessons.
The unfair relationship has taught a girl to be a more mature woman that would never let any man to just do whatever he wants to pretend to love her. A mature woman who still believes that freedom is not only man’s privilege; it is also woman’s right. My choice is right.
Working in a historical office with unskilled boss would make an ex employee aware that to be a leader someone has to be able to lead one’s self. Management becomes very urgent. Never let others decide what you believe is right and do what you believe is right. That lousy boss has even strengthened one’s character. My choice is right.
Working in a place where people want to gain perfection is one of honorable positions. It doesn’t make people become better than the rest but at least it makes people believe that they have the right to do their best. No need to be shiny in the world and get the big name but of doing stupid things but just to be glowing in the heart by being useful to people. My choice is right.
Making choice should be responsibly.
Won’t ever let myself choose irresponsibly like torturing animals that have nothing but receiving whatever human beings want to do about this earth. Never. Animals are also fellow creatures. Let’s love them the way we love ourselves….. Why don’t we start stopping violence to animal by adopting stray dogs or cats? Or, even by buying product (including cosmetics) that don’t apply animal testing.
Picture borrowed from http://viveashphotography.files.wordpress.com/2014/01/dsc_1303small.jpg
Won’t let myself make someone do things without any good reasoning. You want people to be good? What is good? Tell them why they should be that good. If they want, that’s good. If not, that’s good but there should be risk of not doing good.
Things are changing but no need to worry because change does not define us. Choice defines us.
Let’s choose with love. What is that? Choosing responsibly:
Choosing to not force our violent behavior to the weak. Choosing to amend regret by seeing the learning part of life steps. And letting fellow creature think of why we are choosing then letting them choose….
Life is full of choices and today I believe I choose the best way to express section of my unconscious mind here now….
Singapore – January 11, 2104 – 1:42am
Dove
I opened my card –
Dove….
White dove.
Serenity, being calm all over the breath, no hustle, no rush, just loyalty and sweetness of being love inside and outside.
Dove is here now, calming down my anger uproar.
Thanks…
Please be here as long as you’d like to.
Please be here as long as you’d think I need you.
So white, so dove, so serene……..
Pause a while….. In the middle of the haste – before gliding through a peaceful passage of unseen orbit.
Singapore – November 20, 2013 – 23:31
Picture borrowed from http://www.ejcr.org/teaching-sets/teaching-sets/White_Dove/manuscriptreviewhistory_whitedove.html
Gate
When you are already standing in front of the door, please don’t stop too long doing nothing. Pray, do knock on it or just go away because someone behind you wants to get in or somebody is going to go out from behind the door in front of you.
Life is just like going into different doors – never ending chains until finally the ultimate gate is welcoming you at the end of this big journey – just to start the new bigger one. So, don’t doubt. Go in or just go away.
The door is yours, the journey is yours, the decision is yours so never bother to think of others’ approval anymore.
Singapore – November 16, 2013 – 16:25
- picture of gate of 23 Love Lane – a boutique hotel in 23 Love Lane, Georgetown, Penang, Malaysia (taken just on November 13, 2013 by myself)
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.
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.
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
Kambing Muda Coklat Tua
Tangan ini mengisahkan seekor kambing muda coklat yang menghampiriku dalam teduh khusyu doa. Senyumnya tulus, matanya teduh, hatinya penuh keheningan dan kepasrahan…
“Aku tak punya pilihan lain, harus mati dikurbankan di hari rayamu.” Tak ada lagi kalimat lain, hanya senyum dan kemudian menjauh tanpa amarah padaku.
Tertangkup tangan hangat memancarkan cahaya merah jambu… bola merah jambu berpusar mengitari jagat, cinta kasih dan kedamaian menyelimuti udara…
“Wahai malaikatku, tidurkanlah dia dan kawan-kawannya saat sebelum disembelih hingga dia mati… Taburkanlah wewangian pada sekujur jiwanya… Bawalah jiwa-jiwa merdeka itu dalam bokor-bokor emas bertahtakan permata menuju istana… Di sanalah tempat mereka yang selayak-layaknya…”
Jiwa ini bergelung bak trenggiling kedinginan… Sungai air mata deras menggelontor kepedihan; menyapu debu dan angin yang melekat di tubuh ini, mengantarkan kambing muda coklat tua menghadap cintanya…
Singapura – 14 oktober 2013, malam yang penuh dengan kekhawatiran dan kegalauan karena mengingat kambing, sapi, kerbau, onta yang akan dikurbankan….
MUSIC
kutemukan musik dalam hidup
aliran udara dan tekanan angin yang berbeda menjadi musik
gemericik air dan gulungan debu menjadi nada
tarikan dan hembusan nafas yang satu-satu lembut, sedang, memburu, sesak… tempo…
musik,
jiwa yang berirama,
kehidupan yang berpola,
nuansa yang menggema beribu tahun, kembali mengingatkanku pada alunan musik
terlupa sejenak lalu ingat ketika terpanggil oleh kerinduan….
akan masa-masa yang penuh cinta…
musik selalu menggugah emosi,
menelusuri rasa,
membangkitkan keimanan akan pertemuan dengan yang sejati
dengan YangSejati….
Yio Chu Kang Road, 28 Agustus 2013 – 21:30
BERKISAH TENTANG…
Berkisahku tentang
Sesuatu yang nisbi ada
Yang berkelindan dalam rangkaian rantai hidup
Jika terputus bukan karena patah melainkan karena terhalang kabut….
Tiada yang kuragukan
Hanya sebatas diselubungi lupa dan alpa.
Jikalau ada waktu ku ‘kan temukan pintu, semua pintu
Menuju surga….
Kita berkisah ku
Tentang semua yang pasti… Di siang hari
Di bawah temaram matahari disaput mega,
Yang ada adalah cerita….
Berkisah ku tentang balada anak manusia
Yang tak kunjung siap meninggalkan mimpinya,
Menuju tikungan terakhir….
Menuju kekasihnya….
Changi – 11 Juni 2013 10:28 malam
Menanti Shanghai tiba
INDIAN YANG MENERAWANG JAUH ITU
Di salah satu pencarian ke dalamku aku melihat seorang Indian berdiri di tanduk bukit dan menerawang jauh ke Padang rumput yang meluas dihuni oleh bison-bison yang tenang dan damai. Tidak bisa kuras akan apa yang sedang dia pikirkan, hanya menerawang jauh seperti mungkin…. Meragukan kelangsungan hidup dan kelangsungan bangsanya yang makin terdesak oleh sekelompok kulit pucat yang dengan tanpa belas-kasih merebut sepetak demi sepetak tanah ulayat yang mereka rawan dengan cinta dan kedamaian.
Apakah gerangan yang dapat dia lakukan sebagai anak muda yang telah dihina harga dirinya oleh penjajah berkedok modernisasi?
Apakah harus diam melihat bison makin terpojok dan akhirnya tinggal jadi pajangan di museum masa depan? Dan membiarkan serigala melolong lalu hilang dalam gelap lalu mati kehilangan semangat berkelana dan berburunya? Rajawali kehilangan rentang sayapnya dihajar asap kereta api? Cerpelai merana, kuda-kuda meringkik galau dan alam menangis…
Angin membelai rambut sang Indian muda. Matanya dirimbang air mata, sebentar lagi terjatuh membasahi pipi dan dagunya mengaliri leher jenjang dan mengering lagi diserap Jiwa Manitou yang Agung.
Telinganya menangkap kembali sebuah bisikan seorang dara yang baru kemarin memberinya senyuman. Bahwa perjuangan ini tak mungkin tanpa akhir. Mimpi ini harus diwujudkan. Semua kebimbangan harus diakhiri. Tiada yang boleh menghentikan lari jaman tapi tak ada yang mampu menggeser keteguhan jiwa….
Harus ada yang diterima sebagai tamu masa namun Jiwa Renta tetap harus jadi tuan rumahnya.
Singapore – Juni 9, 2013
11:57pm
RESOLUSI 2013
Kiamat yang seperti dipikirkan berupa huru-hara tak berjalan sesuai ramalan maka resolusi menjadi hal yang cukup menarik untuk menyemai harapan.
Tahun 2013 adalah tahun yang penuh energi positif dimanapun aku berada. Cinta akan tiba dalam bentuk yang paling sesuai dengan kehidupanku saat ini. Keluarga dan sabahat makin memancarkan sinar kasihnya ke penjuru arah tujuanku. Kehidupan cita-citaku juga menjadi lentera bagiku dan orang-orang di sekitarku.
Tak ada yang tak mungkin dengan kekuatan positif yang selalu dipancarkan oleh jiwa. Kulakukan yang terbaik; jika bermanfaat bagi banyak manusia, kurela.
Oh Hidupku, ijabahlah doaku…
28 Desember 2012 – 9:09
Once Upon A Time When I Broke His Heart
24 hours
And he didn’t come home
Calls were shouted
“Man, please come to me. I miss you a lot.”
But no sign…
He didn’t think I was important.
He broke my heart.
Really.
36 hours
He gave me a ring.
“I’m coming. Do prepare, I miss home already. Don’t let me down.”
He knocked on the door.
I went out.
But three musketeers were before him.
They blocked his way home.
Those three delicate creatures were kinda telling me and him that we could not be together that day.
The light in his eyes faded
Like an electricity black out.
He scolded at me in his silence…
Then walked away.
Again he looked back staring at me full of hatred…
Then walked away.
That was just yesterday when I broke his heart.
This poem is for Bob Kucing that could not enter my house because of three cats sitting at the terrace, wanting to be fed by me. Oh, Bob please hold your jealousy. You are always my number one cat. The rest are just orphans needing our help. I love you, Bob Kucing… 🙂
December 25, 2012 – 11:18pm
My small hut at Cisadane river bank
Fyi, Bob went home then and ate with mounting jealousy though he he he…
HARI INI HARI BATIK
Tanggal 2 Oktober telah ditetapkan sebagai Hari Batik oleh pemerintah setelah UNESCO mengukuhkan batik kita sebagai kekayaan dunia dan seyogyanya kita menyokongnya dengan suka cita. Masih teringat bagaimana hingar-bingar pecinta batik kita berjuang dengan cara mereka sendiri ketika Malaysia mengklaim batik sebagai milik mereka.
Sekilas tentang batik
Batik adalah metode pembentukan motif pada media tertentu – awalnya hanya kain mori lalu berkembang hingga sekarang batik dapat diterapkan pada kulit, kayu, dll – dengan cara menutup bagian tertentu dengan lilin (malam) sebelum proses pewarnaan dilakukan. Awalnya batik memiliki motif tertentu yang dihubungkan dengan proses kontemplasi seniman batik pada jamannya yang biasanya menciptakan karyanya untuk kebutuhan kraton mengingat dulunya batik hanya bisa dijangkau oleh kaum ningrat. Maka terciptalah motif-motif batik seperti Wahyu Tumurun, Kawung, Klithik, Sido Mukti, Parang dengan berbagai variannya, Mega Mendung dll. Semua yang saya sebutkan adalah “batik pakem”
Di negeri kita ini hampir semua daerah utama memiliki batik dengan ciri khas tersendiri walaupun secara umum batik dibagi 2 kelompok besar: batik pesisiran (daerah pinggir laut) dan batik Jogja-Solo (pedalaman). Dua kelompok besar ini membuat khazanah batik Indonesia menjadi kaya luar biasa. Batik pesisiran biasanya menggunakan warna-warna terang dan aplikasi motif yang lebih ringan dan ceria serta menggambarkan objek secara gamblang dan nyata sedangkan batik pedalaman lebih didominasi oleh lebih banyak warna gelap yang lazim disebut sogan (coklat, hitam, kelabu) dan penggambaran objeknya lebih abstrak dan penuh simbol.
Batik Cirebonan adalah contoh batik pesisiran yang paling memasyarakat saat ini. Dengan warna yang gonjrengnya batik Cirebonan mampu menyelinap ke dalam hati para penggemar instan karena memungkinkan mereka untuk bergaya dengan batik secara lebih mudah. Ciri khas batik Cirebonan juga terletak pada objeknya: tanaman, burung-burung, langit berarak, matahari, dll dan satu lagi yaitu “tumpal”. Tumpal adalah aplikasi motif penyelaras di ujung kanan atau kiri kain yang biasanya diletakkan di depan ketika batik dipakai sebagai sarung.
Batik pedalaman atau Jogja-Solo lebih banyak bermain dengan simbol dan pemaparan ide secara abstrak dan mengedepankan kesan sakral dalam setiap motif pakemnya. Misalnya “jarik” Sido Mukti adalah ekspresi doa kebahagiaan, kemakmuran dan kelanggengan desainernya sehingga dipakailah batik ini sebagai salah satu pakaian pengantin. Sebaliknya batik bermotif Parang tidak direkomendasikan dikenakan dalam prosesi itu.
Proses dalam membatik
– memilih media
– memilih motif
– menggambar motif (mola)
– membatik (menutup bagian dengan lilin sesuai pola)
– mewarnai (nyelup)
– membuang lilin (nglorot) dengan cara merebus kain yang telah dicelup
– mengeringkan
– membersihkan batik dari sisa-sisa lilin yang menempel
Tidak terlalu sulit bukan? Tidak ada salahnya jika kita mau mencoba. Kalau ada waktu, silakan kunjungi Musium Tekstil di Jl. Karel Sasuit Tubun, Jakarta yang mengadakan kursus batik secara reguler. Anda akan bertemu dengan para seniman dan instruktur yang dengan suka rela berbagi ilmu, pengalaman dan kecintaan budaya.
Banyak istilah dalam dunia perbatikan yang mungkin tidak terlalu dikenal secara luas misalnya isen, semen, nitik, nyolet, dll. Namun itu bukan hal yang urgent bagi kita untuk mengetahuinya. Untuk saat ini mari kita mencintai dulu batik kita dengan cara memakainya baik setiap hari maupun pada acara-acara tertentu saja.
Kiranya tulisanku di Hari Batik ini cukuplah untuk memberikan penghargaan pada batik dan pelestarinya serta membagi sedikit pengetahuan bermanfaat.
Selamat Hari Batik
Mari pakai batik paling tidak sekali seumur hidup 🙂
Otw Blok M di Ekspres MC2636 – 7:45 pagi
NGANTOR
If this is the right time to leave, there must be a good lesson for me to learn.
JALAN LURUS INI
Berapa ratus kali dalam hidupku terderas ayat berisi Jalan Lurus ini? Shirotol mustaqim adalah konsep yang selama ini telah mengakar sebagai sebuah jalan yang sangat sulit dan kompleks membuat hidupku sangat berat. Jalan lurus adalah jalan yang jika tak ditempuh oleh orang yang benar maka akan tergelincir di jurang bernama neraka. Jalan yang terbentang setipis rambut dibelah tujuh dan setajam pisau berlian. Tak terbayangkan kecuali menimbulkan ketakutan.
Semakin saya telaah maka hasilnya hanya ketakutan dan penjauhan diri dari persyaratan-persyaratan demi keselamatan meniti jalan lurus itu. Hingga saya berjumpa dengan seseorang akhir pekan lalu.
Seorang wanita yang jika dia tak keberatan kuanggap sebagai salah satu dari guru-guru kehidupanku. Wanita sederhana yang jika orang bicara padanya maka meluncurlah deretan peluru-peluru penuh hikmah dari mulutnya.
Salah satunya adalah pemahamanku tentang Jalan Lurus.
“Jalan lurus itu ya jalan sederhana. Jalan yang nggak membingungkan kita. Lurus saja = sederhana saja. Jalan ini hanya perlu satu kemauan yaitu menjalani segalanya secara sederhana. Sederhana itu ya sederhana, simple nggak usah pusing-pusing. Sederhana dalam berpikir, menyederhanakan sama dengan menyempurnakan. Kau sederhanakan egomu maka sempurnalah pikirmu.”
Luar biasa!
Menyederhanakan.
Sedemikian rumitnya pikiranku dan menyederhanakannya adalah sebuah urgensi pribadi. Tidak ada orang lain yang bisa membantuku menyederhanakan pikiranku. Hanya aku dan aku saja.
Sederhana adalah kembali pada satu komponen terkecil yang sekecil kemampuan terkecilku yang kubutuhkan untuk memahami bahwa “segalanya hanya berdasarkan kesepakatan” maka jika tidak tercapai kesepakatan “jangan marah, diamlah dan nikmatilah hidupmu setiap detiknya”.
Hatiku tersentak dan tersentuh. Musik latar film masa kecilku “Little House in the Prairie” mengiringiku meneguhkan hati untuk menyederhanakan pikiran, tidak memperpanjangnya dengan emosi, menyempurnakannya dengan kemanusiaan. Sungguh kesederhanaan yang tak terlampaui rumitnya.
Jalan lurus adalah jalan sederhana.
Sesederhana keinginanku untuk tak peduli dengan apapun yang berbeda. Sesederhana kemauanku untuk berbahagia setiap saat. Sesederhana hari-hariku yang dimulai dengan ungkapan syukur dan ditutup dengan ungkapan syukur.
Jalan lurusku bukan jalan di mana sujud-sujud panjang menghitamkan dahi para pendoa, bukan jalan di mana dentingan koin emas merisaukan pada pensedekah, bukan jalan di mana rasa lapar dan dahaga ditaklukkan oleh para pelaku puasa. Jalan lurusku adalah sederhana saja: jangan marah dan maafkanlah…
Rumah kecil di bantaran Kali Cisadane
30September2012
RATU KEJAM ITU
Berkelana dari hati ke hati
Menilik mana hati yang sepi
Hati sepi bertahta kilau dunia
Maka bergeraklah dia
Membuai
Membujuk
Memuji
Mengukur kelemahannya
Merontokkan kilauannya
Satu per satu
Dan menendang semua sahabat
Mengusirinya
Demi duduk sendiri
Sungguh hati kosong itu
Makin kosong
Dijajah seorang ratu kejam
Yang bertahta di hati yang bukan miliknya dan
Berkuasa…
Untuk seorang teman yang agak aneh cara bertemannya
Cititel Midvalley – 24 September 2012
BOB
Please introduce my cat named Bob Kucing..
He is almost 5 years old and might have a lot of offsprings around my neighborhood.
He eats fish as main dish and cat bites for snack.
He spoils me with his purr and manipulates me with his sickness. Hey, he has space for fleas that I work on in my spare time.
He is an adorable cat at least for me. Have a look at his sleep…
rike jokanan 
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