graphs of my Universe
Between green and blue
There is this heart.
It adorns this white soul.
They adore each other.
One hums melodies to the other.
The other recites lyrics to the one.
One by one the stones are strung.
A strand, two strands, three strandsβ
They are jewels that embelish.
They beautify the beauty.
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This corner is quiter,
Sitting on a placid lake,
Where still water
Hides a huge secret
Called love,
Is covered with a vast blanket
Called peace.
This corner is cozy,
Getting warmer and calmer,
Where a cat
Curls in a bed
Called dream,
Is lullabied with long slumber
Called hope.
How peaceful it is
Pampered with a life
Called humble.
Salaam.
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Feathers fall off from the wings of flying-high birds. Dreams ready to catchβ
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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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Whatβs brokenβs broken until connected again. Never be the sameβ
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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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A loving visit beyond time and space. Salaam. Universe answers.
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Dear, day.
Do you know that I never stop waiting for you?
When my watch ticks a second,
My heart drips a note,
My pulse vibrates softly,
I know I am closer to you.
Dear, day.
Do you know that every part of you blesses me?
When morning breaks,
Noon flares,
Dusk fades to night,
I know the next you is waiting
For me.
Day oh day
Many I canβt understand,
Much I canβt decipher,
Little I can see,
Very few I can give
Yet I still hope
To meet you again.
Dear, day.
How I am blessed with family,
Gifted with friends,
Sufficed with this self,
You are still the one
Sung by this heart.
Sunday
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Saturday
All have been today
And never faded away.
I am blessed, day
With another you
In the best way.
And for you
I am grateful.
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This life is a library
Keeping all collections,
Reference to public,
Exclusive to a lover,
One lover.
The
Belovedβ
Read,
Beloved
Any scrolls
In this library.
Read,
Lover
The diaries
In the secret dungeon.
Read,
Beloved
With naked eyes, or
With any glasses on the shelves.
Read,
Lover
Through letters and numbers,
Shapes and colours.
Read,
Beloved
This library is open
As long as you are awake.
Read,
Lover
Before you sleep
When Iβll be reading you through.
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About the photo
The wings are flapping sprinkling blessings through the air. Breathe them. Be blissful.
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In Arabic angel is called malaaikatun or malaaikah or simply malaaikat (Ψ§ΩΩΩ ΩΩΩ°ΩΨ¦ΩΩΩΨ©Ω) literally meaning βpower that governsβ. In Islamic tradition the βpower that governsβ are grouped based on what type of assigned power they govern that are many and one of them is βpower to govern protectionβ.
I always believe I am fully protected through the existence of the angels surrounding me although I am not interested to discuss about their form; people say angels have wings, others say they are made from light, some say malaaikah are systemic laws to run the universe, and so on and so forth. It doesnβt matter to me. That they exist and follow the assigned βpower to governβ is enough for me.
Only when we listen, we will hear. We will hear the songs of the angels, the songs of universe, the songs of the heart, the songs of the soul. I prefer my angels to sing jazzy songs in this end of long weekend. π
Listening to heartβ¦. π
Salaam.
Thank you, 2022 for every single second spent together. You are a stronger part of what Iβve been building with love. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
And thanks to all years passing, too. Iβll miss you. π
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Life is wonderful that she is eager about it and is willing to expand and to keep up with what she is becoming. She is the pilot, she is the plane. She is the destination, she is the direction. She is the standard, she is the conformance. She is the alignment, she is the aligned. She is enough.
It is not othersβ responsibility that she feels good or not good. The feel existing is because she allows it to be. And the vice versa.
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2023, be my excellent canvas of feel-good-no-matter-what. Clarity, sufficiency, integrity as in good life, beautiful love, genuine laughter π
Alfatihah.
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About tumpeng or buceng (in Bahasa Indonesia)
Ing karma pala tan ana kang isa mlayu. Kudu ngunduh.
Nandure siji, thukule satus. Panene pitungatus.
Tan kena kinira, mung Gusti kang pirsa. Janma mung krida.
Anteping kalbu, tekating jiwa. Slamet
Ing kabeh mangsa.
Rahayu.
(geguritan Jawa)
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I canβt know anymore what makes this area special for me, whether the Masjid Sultan or Wardah Books or two favourite restaurants here. Anyway at least two are in must-visit list at the same time. After visiting Masjid Sultan to submit charity from my fellow Indonesian, todayβs preferred was Hokkaido (halal) ramen as Wardah Books was closed and the Turkish restaurant was too crowded β I donβt like crowded restaurant.
FYI, Masjid Sultan is surrounded by hundreds of restaurants and shops; it is an equivalent with old-time mosque which was always built around market place in order for people to reach it in no time.
When I meet friends in this area, it is either with a statement βletβs meet up at the mosqueβ or βmeet at *** restaurantβ or βWardah Books this time?β. There is one question that my friends and I like to ask each other as either teaser or respect: βeating 1st or praying*) 1st?β The answer?
*) praying here is not a flash pray before starting activities like simply saying βIn the name of The Gracious and The Mercifulβ but praying is around 5-10 minutes protocol that is normally done by fellow Muslim.
Group #1 (religious friends, they can pray βforeverβ, wow!): Pray first. It is more important than anything including eating. We should prioritise God who has given us everything, others can wait. Donβt make God jealous.
Group #2 (rascals, will let you pray while they start eating): Eat first. God wonβt force you to pray when you are hungry. Better you eat remembering that you will pray rather than you pray and your thought is wandering around all kinds of food.
Group #3 (clown, bitter that makes all chatters jokers): Donβt ask me, I am fasting everyday because of having no food at all and so I donβt pray because I have nothing to thank for.
Group #4 (good jugglers, like Group #3 but to the next level): Why so picky? Canβt we do both at the same time? You can choose at the mosque or in the restaurant!
Some jokes are actually dead serious that the way people respond can either be considered as intelligence or harassment or abuse rather than as just fun. Yet I share mine as part of showing how religious comedy exists among Javanese Muslims (there are way more that I will never share publicly to avoid misunderstanding and misinterpretation); no harassment or abuse whatsoever. I even see philosophy in many if not all jokes. π
Ah! Life is so rich, why feel no good just because of one point of view?
Salaam.
About Masjid Sultan or Sultan Mosque
About Wardah Books
About ICHIKOKUDO
We are all
Full time travelers
Visiting space of everywhere
Staying in faraway nowhere
Oh, Beloved.
Listen to the whooshing comets
Telling you flash news
About your singing heart.
Oh, Beloved.
Look at the satellites
Showing you hopes and vibes
About your cheering head.
We are all
Full time travelers
Finding space called a home
Among houses that were loomed.
Found!
After lostβ
Thank you, Love.
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Fruition has marked the days of drying bloom then farmers sing and dance.
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A knock on my door
Tells me to open two gifts
That show me the world.
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Smile, Beloved, smile.
Itβs a luxurious gift
For you and for me.
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I was checking my educational docs and was in awe to see my photos in each of different docs. How I am touched by physical transformation and what experiences attached to it, that makes me stay loyal with my own self whatsoever.
Tell yourself that your life is a journey that if you need buddy, you should pick those willing to share wonder. Otherwise, travel alone. π
Thank you!
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Numberβs readable,
Intensionβs not. Heart can read
Yet eyes can deny.
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My Japan trip gave me a lot of insight. That an intension can be hidden yet sooner or later it will be naturally disclosed. That I should not entertain any underestimating and/or disrespecting expression βhidden or shownβ as life is moving forward not backward. That if symbols or signs are not delivered to me as good will, all of them are false; ignoring them is the best way. That it is the right way to let them happily underestimate and/or disrespect and/or show superiority as their life style.
Human being should communicate verbally as part of real interaction. Without clear and genuine verbal communication at all and just sending signs and symbols, they fail respecting others. Wishing happiness is the best way as thatβs what they need the most. Stopping interacting in whatsoever way is the best decision as they donβt contribute anything except confusion.
Happy weekend! π
Swinging steps to gates.
Washing hands and mouth. Flying.
Whispering. Amen.
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Typo is parties
Done by drunk fingers dancing
Teasing sleepy brain.
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Drag me to your heart
Even if it hurts my head,
Said I.
I know youβre teasing
Even when I mean it,
Said I.
I smile in silence
Letting you laugh in joy.
Sad Iβm.
Enjoy it.
Enjoy your days,
Said I.
I walk away
Leaving the last piece of my heart.
Dragging my luggage
Alone.
Smiling.
Winning
Against my own sigh.
To you, who secretly teasing again and again and again and again. Thank you. Life is full of fun. π
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My love is mostly dumb, stubborn, too thin to see, and makes you hate me.
My luck is often loud, sudden, too huge to miss, and makes me love you.
Iβm not a gambler, yet think youβre a dice rolling numbers for a prize.
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Journey to the self
Takes a long and winding road,
Worth doing. Half doneβ
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Human beingsβ journey to understand oneβs self is often unpredictable. I never wanted to visit Mecca and Medina yet because of my devotion to a mother, I agreed to go to ensure that she was safe and healthy. And the result was tremendous evolution of self. π
To Ibu: I miss you much today π
Alfatihah
Two enter a gate
So they can end a journey
In a brand new start.
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Found another book of βBig Panda and Tiny Dragonβ by James Norbury in Changi Airport T3 today.
Why 9? Itβs just 9.
When counting 9, it brings 9.
9 is 9. Be 9.
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Why 9?
Back to uni days I was very keen of learning numerology, slightly superstitious to certain level but it was very entertaining and encouraging. It doesnβt give me a lot of benefits in career but a little knowledge about numerology sometimes gives me unique perspective of problem solving; or hmmm at least good distraction. Based on numerology each number has meaning and energy. Different number, different meaning, different vibe, different luck.
Among all numbers my favourite is 1, 7, 9. Very personal. Yet I like to make it look reasonable and logical. π
What about those numbers?
1 – One is loyalty, dedication, unity, singularity. We are loyal when we βworshipβ one – the God, the love. Dedication is focusing on one – one company, one citizenship, one goal. Unity is multiple agreeing on one – unity in diversity. Singularity is uniqueness of one, no comparison – feel it when weβre alone, thatβs who you are. My definition as individual being rules the game.
7 – Seven is pitu in Javanese, an abbreviation of pitulungan that means help, support. No one can live alone as social beings so helping and supporting each other is the only way to survive in society. Cultural definition rules the game.
9 – September the 9th month is my birth month. I was categorised to have a character of group 9 in one numerology class. Almost dead at 9. 9 is the only number that I adore because of its logical and scientific function. 9 is my lucky number! Both empirical and logical experiences rule the game.
Dear, my favourite numbers. When will my company stock price go up back to 179 again? That is the point of my favourite numbers ranting today!
Happy weekend!
Now here is a point
Where start and finish collide.
A shadow of yoursβ
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Two love birds singing
In a cage full of good food.
A choice to a loveβ
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Love isβ¦. ?
Love isβ¦. ?
Love isβ¦. ?
Damn! I canβt define it except that it is sometimes misunderstood with lust.
That it is often symbolised with a heart shape. Maybe most human beings believe love comes from the heart. Hey! Is that really the shape of a heart? Or just how we agree that it is a shape of the heart?
That it is discussed everywhere but also wasted everywhere.
What I believe love is a verb not a noun so without action, it is muted sooner or later. At the same time love is an energy that cannot be created or destroyed so it is there and will be there, yet it can transform and/or transfer between subjects. Compatibility (chemistry), heat (intensity), motion (intension), what else can change the form of love? (oops forgetting all the physics learnt when younger)β¦. Anyway, it transforms and transfers (circulates can be another word) between (or among if circulated) human beings. So, accept it.
I believe love is about interest that human being cannot select voluntarily. It is a blessing at the same time a curse. it can be love between two love birds inseparable, or Tom and Jerry entertainingly cruel for either of two, or as cold as Antarctica.
I believe love is the core power generator of life that if removed, life will disappear. Never give up love. Broken heart is just a milestone that brings a human being to deeper and deeper understanding about him/herself. Broken because of a crush? Broken because of family? Broken because of friendship? Broken because of work? Broken because of world reality? A human being can always fix it gradually with anger, disappointment then acceptance. Just donβt be broken because of yourself – you are the most precious for yourself.
I believe that the way someone loves evolves through time, and it will suit the personβs intention never not. There should not be regret of what has happened because of love. Yet it is a regret that some people still choose to constantly send covert or overt humiliation and torture to hurt intentionally and/or to disrespect further to those they donβt love, while the best way should be forgiving or clearly declaring clear disagreement. War is one of them. Yet liked or not, that is the evolution of loving.
This weekend comes with a basket full of lessons learnt, a heap of ideas to pour as blessings in writings that I can re-read someday in the future.
Thank you, Love. You are never wasted.
Alfatihah to all whom I love.
Life is a mystery. Human to solve it. Not always successful, yet it is worth doing.
Life is a gift. Human to thank for it. Not always easy, yet it is worth doing.
Life is a journey. Human to travel it. Not always smooth, yet it is worth doing.
Life is love. Human is to accept it. Not always sweet, yet it is worth doing.
Life is of this or that to be experienced. Human is to keep living within the given time, a line between two points. There is so much to take and give and I thank for everything β that I know when I know, that I know when I donβt know.
Will not ignore how precious this life is. Will always be patient with this self in experiencing it.
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Yellow lucky leaves
Pop up unexpectedly.
Answers to wishes.
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Dream come true is not always with work only. It might be with some enchanted wishes, self encouragement, ranting when upset, sleeping when tired and beloved onesβ prayer β all acting as the x factor. In a package those can be summed up as human being determination.
Ignore those demotivating and/or disrespecting. They try to distract, but let them be out of the equation for a while. Just blow them a kiss. π
Weekend is a bridge between two islands. Walk on it slowly with a smile. Donβt forget to hum love songs. π
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