graphs of my Universe
Missing the calmness that sings.
Missing the peace that dances.
Missing the cheer than paints.
Missing the stillness that recites.
Missing all that lives caressing this hair
With the breeze of love
Of love
Of love.
Life is just like that.
Just like
You--
Seigaiha
I've started thinking
And it's started with you. You
That I've been thinking--
you’re the rhythm in the musical staff; you’re the rhyme in my head
The waving hair, Love.
The ears listening to you.
Black, white, green and blue.
turquoise, Beloved…. 🍀
being a pawn, Love:
walk up then be anything.
anything. but king--
you just need to safely walk; yet there shall be purpose, plan, strategy, rescue, re-evaluate of steps all the way across the line
🍀
The wolf to the moon
"I miss you, the eye of nights."
She sets, counting days.
time starts with the count of a rise
love starts with the count of a prayer
trust starts with letting go
space starts with acceptance
you & I starts when both howl in unison — calling what’s the moon is hiding
Riding blue, my love
Brings me to a green heaven.
Turquoise celebrates.
Songs I've sung, my love
Call the secret of this life.
Shown before these eyes--
singing to the birds under the Moon
Colours, Beloved
Emit messages through air
Wrapped by sight of yours.
why do they think I flirt if I’m a complete composition with which life sings, a finished painting in which symbols are spread, an unrolled land on which my whole body rests every night
i let them misunderstand the way they think they understand me
🌻
Sunset, Beloved
Whose Colours blanket this heart--
Everything adds up.
today’s sunset from my shower cubicle
Dear, Moon.
Send my love
To where meaning has its place.
No dictionary--
Fold the universe for me
Shorten the way to my love.
🍀
When's it logical
To use algebra in love?
When something's missing--
I prefer a rose bouquet
With no strict calculation.
life is sweet with roses, even when people say it’s bitter, with roses I can find what’s nice — it’s not about faking or disguising, it’s about qualifying the quantity & quantifying the quality — thankful for what’s there, accepting the gap that’s left 🍀
Have you heard of
Dilution?
It's when this step toward you becomes lighter & calmer
By the liquefied fear
Through any pressure that comes,
With the dream that vanishes
And hope that makes sense
Because of
You, and
You alone
Waving to me saying
"You've been missed for so long.
Waited like rain in a drought.
Whose name is whispered in silence,
Whose beauty is contained in simplicity,
Whose existence is there is yet there is not.
You're a basket of love,
I've longed for within and without."
is it the clover or the basket that matters? they dilute each other with their existence, or do they blend their beauty? whichever, it’s all simply about you making my journey more meaningful
This book of love, Love
Its pages whisper your names.
Beauty, Majesty--
thanks for the space in life in which emptiness is truly not the empty
Between raindrops, Love
I find hope and fear meet up
To climb a mountain.
feeling the gap between raindrops isn’t as easy as clapping hands 🍀
Natural as breeze
I walk the road to sunset
With words recited--
I loved reading Jane Austen’s novels back at uni time; then I downloaded movies adapted from her novels in AppleTV. Her wittiness as channeled through the characters & flow of stories, & clarity about how to make a character a normal human being with weak & strong characters is….. superb!
Among all heroines of hers, I like Elizabeth Bennet & Elinor Dashwood. Their clear thinking, depth of love are their common personality traits; in fact while Lizzy is witty & brave, Elinor is taciturn & reserved– contrast!
Gentlemen? Most of my folks at uni loved Mr Darcy, while I love Mr Knightley better. Mr Darcy is #3 for me. 😁
Enjoy your reading, WordPress. If you are Jane Austen fans, please share your thought.
Weekend mood should always be relaxed & carefree.
🍀
A young girl, I thought love is coming to me
Then I found that they are flying off of me. Emitting--
From my sweater,
My hair,
My skin,
My flesh,
My bone,
My heart,
My soul.
I'm breathing it.
Living it:
I'll never run out of
Love.
💕
Time has passages
Walked by hearts with decisions.
Sloping and climbing--
Love welcomes what's been waited
Without payment and complaints.
The meadow grows green.
time gives me space to grow without asking me to pay how much ever I’ve learnt in the journey & without complaints how long I’ve had to reach a point of understanding
time allows me to grow from nothing to fly up above any layers of skies where nothing is empty or empty is nothing
time itself is so kind & patient, so much I’ve owed to time so the only thing I can do is keeping repaying to it by treating it gently & truly
dear, Time…
…. wherever you are,
thank you
🍀
have a good weekend, WordPress
Mega Mendung,
Life is loaded with quizzes
Yet it's also beautifully adorned with gifts and bliss
Only if
You are willing to walk around
The circle
And see.
Meet me at the curve where
Life twists
Your plot.
Only if
You believe.
these batik sheets were sent to me when I was on holiday in Yogyakarta – batik Mega Mendung
Mega Mendung is a batik pattern originated from a town named Cirebon.
…. speechless to tell more as it reminds me of how life twists the plot and make words vanish one by one to the air. Only beauty in silence….
I’ll talk about batik mega mendung more thoroughly next round when my mega mendung dress is done.
this is pretty, for next round 😘
If I am to mention what’s my super power, it’s to love & to accept my life as it is.
What is love?
I used to think love was only that among family members. Then I grew it as a flower in a garden of family and friends. Then it grew to romance. Now it’s as wide as humanity & life. What a growth I’ve deliberately realised when I’m grown up.
Today love itself has taught me how it is a fuel to accept what life is and at the same time to keep the journey on. Love is never that that discourages human being to hope for the best. Love is never that that deflates the hope to keep believing that humanity prevails.
Sometimes love feels so tiny that it can only give me a small hole to see a faraway land with a beautiful meadow. It feels so depressed sometimes that it can only make me breathe the thin air to feel the freshness of breeze in the mountain.
Yet most of the time love is huge embracing this heart to smile and to dance and to prance above the path of life. It highlights what’s bright in a dull moment. It balances what’s tailing, spinning, diving and loopy like a kite flying unsteadily. It makes these eyes see what it is, no drama, no excessive handling– just being a stable self, loving, living.
Love is an action to load daily activities with meaning and purpose, how trivial the action is. Love is a willingness to share with others in silence or in crowd with little to no attention seeking. All not easy, but doable–
I can only write about love because that’s the only thing I can talk about.
Work is something I can only share with my colleagues. Charity is something I can only share with those rightful to receive. Love is for all around me.
Celebrate love! It’s as spacious as a weekend.
☘️❣️
a petal of rose like cherry’s, sways in autumn to mark surrender
☺️
If
You disappear from the world,
There will be only me.
What would I do?
I'll create
You.
I did create
You with so much love
For myself as if it's from
You.
If I have to lose anything, I'll let it be
You. Not because I don't have enough love for you.
It's simply because I can always create
You.
this epilogue is powerful
I'm water whose splash
Cleans wounds in my own heart.
I'm fire whose spark
Burns wounds to immediately heal.
I'm wind whose blow
Dries wounds to end the pain.
Dear, Beloved.
Let me meet a true heart who as well has become water, fire, and wind to one's own self.
Dear, Beloved.
Let us walk and sprint together in all trails and at the finish line meeting
You.
Dear, Beloved.
This heart is a garden where nature starts a cycle to end, ready to welcome the next cycle.
This year.
leafy ring 💎
Tongue tied, Beloved
Seeing how carefree you are
Dancing with the tide--
life is about riding the tides. when it’s high, soar. when it’s low, dive. this soul is free, loving from distance or nearby– no difference but loving from distance makes the vibe thicker with longing, from nearby lighter with laughter
love is as beautiful as everyday’s sunray
never hurry! love is the way itself, not a destination
2026, you’re chosen. congratulations 💎
This heart is the earth
Who will bury stories, gossips, complaints, grievances to the depth
The very deep.
Layers of soil will dry,
Solidify,
Carbonize,
Fossilize
In peace.
Then miners come
To liquify what's solidified.
Diamond, sapphire, ruby, quartz....
Name more.
They're dug up
To the surface
Beautiful and shiny
Like love, hope and protection.
Yet some are glaring
Like pride, arrogance and domination.
Dear,
Heart.
Slip in my deepest self
And never open the doors.
It hurts to be mined.
Love is always precious like diamonds that adorn little life. Yet I’m resting after the diamonds are scattering on the floor, clinking around, rolling, some unfound….
The are some pieces left. The last to be guarded please the last….
Holy, Beloved
The days through which I walk through
Life and her stories.
This heart, Beloved
Is the star constellations
Glow when she's so dark.
This heart, Beloved
Glows constantly in the dark
With hope, love and fear.
The star, Beloved
Falls-- falls after collision
To ocean of tears.
I love you, Ibu. No one loves me like you do. I know you’re happy in the other side.
Send my warm regards to Bapak whose love and protection is beyond any man I’ve ever met so far.
Terima kasih, Bapak & Ibu.
You’re always in my heart esp now.
😘☺️❣️
Hidden gem, my love
Glows in this heart telling tales
About hidden love
That might never find her nest.
The voiceless gets more silent.
Today my friend brought me around Jogja. The most interesting part was of course Pasar Beringharjo (Beringharjo Market) in which whatever souvenirs from Jogja are completely displayed. The most I love about this market is “ibu-ibu gendhong”, the women who sell their service to carry the people’s (both traders and shoppers) stuff from one point to another. My friend works in the NGO that advocate them to get better access to better rights as informal workers. The women (we call them buruh gendhong: female porters) know my friend very well so I always get the chance to say hi to them every time I visit some markets in Jogja & be given directions which best traders I can go to get the best products.
Today they showed me a hidden gem, a small corner where old-aged batik sheets and tradion Javanese kebaya are traded. What a blessed day today was!
How should I have felt except thankful? It was a good bargain– just with less than SGD50 I got a package of pretty apparels that I will wear to attend Christmas party in my cousin’s home.
kebaya, old batik sheet & an obi belt of Sido Asih batik
Thank you!
My cold heart got warm with the shopping spree and meeting the female porters who are the true representative of humble life itself.
God bless you, Ibu-Ibu & Mbah-Mbah Buruh Gendong. 💕
Beautiful, my love
The arranged colours and scents--
The heart shines brightly.
pretty like me 😁
Eyes to eyes, my Love
Where realm of now and here be
Punishing the past.
When I talk with someone, I’ll look into one’s eyes. It’s a sign that I respect my interlocutor, embracing one’s presence mindfully here and now. In return I really hope that the person does the same to me.
Yet who am I to want someone to do it wholeheartedly.
Let days be days. Lessons flow like rivers within me, the heaven that I’ve built to reach the real heaven ahead.
Wish you all a blessed weekend.
💙
Life is poetry
Singing songs to a quiet heart
To be pretty noise.
me trying on the “Booty on mega mendung” batik
rike jokanan 
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