graphs of my Universe
Another sheet came,
Calling sight to decipher
The codes well written—
a spread of Kawung Kopi handmade batik
Kopi is coffee. Obviously this kawung batik is designed and hand drawn based on the image of coffee beans lining across a sheet, showing geometrical patterns.
The colour of sogan (earthy hues of batik) makes this pattern look magnificent and enigmatic— calling you to give meanings as how the pattern calls the vibes in you.
two sheets of Kawung Kopi handmade batik
Matur nuwun, Mbak Izzah
Banana flower,
Delicacy with story—
Once living fully
tada!
well mixed
lemongrass, galangal, Javanese bay leaves, shallot, garlic
removed…. one by one? yes, one by one, slowly with all my heart
removing the pistil that won’t be soft even after cooked
banana flower
All that has been set
Is summed up with a closure:
One more: rendezvous.
the sun set today summing up today’s lessons
Sitting, Beloved
In between two quiet spaces
Thinking about you
looking forward to seeing you
good morning….
beauty in silence
(maybe) didiscus
hyperacum
white baby breath
eucalyptus leaves
wrapped in pink
pink ribbon
silhouette is always gorgeous
closer
here is that that sits at the weekend accompanying some self learning
Among all the mess on a table
Sits silently a vase of
Five red roses
Talking to foliage
And nodding flowers,
Singing a prayer
For me
Reading the colours of the day.
messy table is a pretty background for a weekend bouquet
Dancing, Beloved
With you on an autumn day.
No word, just whispers
I’ve not listened to this song for so long until yesterday someone in my team teased me with this song. She said “I want to sing my song to you, it suits your vibe!”
I couldn’t say anything. What can I expect from a 66yo strong lady but accuracy of how she sees her junior?
I want to go to Japan again, walking around Tokyo with so a few words but many meaning in silence. 2027, please come soon. I miss my walking buddy a lot. 😁🥰
Conversing with you
Under the sun smiling shy--
We whisper out loud.
taming that’s within
Red round, Beloved
A dot where signal will blink
At a looking eye--
I bought a keychain of Daruma without one eye, wishing to draw the missing one soon when my wish comes true….
❤️
You ask me, my Love
What a heart I want to hug.
That that that sense
Senses as deep, vast, warm and clear
With a throne for it to roar--
roar? or meow…. 😻
It's dandelions
Waving me sweetly saying
"Your greeting turns me
To be."
They nod to my footsteps.
They wave to my breathing.
They be in this journey--
A chain of dreams
That fly to their home,
You.
yellow cuty!
dreams ready to go home
a celebration of meanings
it’s just everywhere — dandelions in Japan grass verge
some to be delivered
Bowing, Beloved
I to all telling me off
That I am lower.
I’m bowing to all, I’m in a lowest position to respect the whole universe–
Thank you.
Dear Life....
Even if you're as gloomy as dull days,
I'll brighten you up.
There is so much colour saved for
You.
let’s start with yellow
then more…..
yet I truly know my colours don’t always make others’ day so I decided to be as bright as I can be & won’t let others’ colour bother me
Signs are everywhere
Telling me what river says.
Hi Numbers, thank you.
26 is like poets telling me to keep writing poems outside work.
36 is telling me to be just human being.
79 is telling me to make decision strongly when needed.
can you see the bird? 💕 what sign is that?
Tea, Beloved? Yes.
Served with no sugar, with love
In a lovely day
thank you for the company!
be always loved!
How I thank, my love
To the spaciousness within?
Dancing or singing?
Or simply talking nonsense
In a morning cup of tea?
Soaring, Beloved
With this wind beneath my wings--
This breathing frees us.
This heart is working
And resting while you're pulsing.
Never stop loving--
it’s a machine producing vibe in life, hope in every step — heart it is
She's a ghost within
Drawn with steps, breaths and thoughts.
Colouring a life--
a ghost within reminding me everyday that no one is perfect
a self portrait of 50% or maybe 0% or maybe 100% each day I touch it
looking like a ghost of my own dead
😁
How beautiful he is
Like a butterfly
Flying on a daisy
To another so lightly.
A daisy she is
Just one of the visited
Then forgotten
Like her own petals
Falling one by one.
Age, Beloved
Counts.
Dissolved, Beloved
To the air that we both breathe.
I'm full with your love.
Loving it❣️❣️❣️
I miss playing in the rain, splashing mud to celebrate my day with standing water
loving doing it in front of mirror
a favourite pose of selfie
when I want to look pretty
🌻
What I’ve felt about myself for the last two weeks has been amazing at the same time embarrassing. The amazement of seeing how heart can leap just because of listening to someone’s voice is unbearable. The embarrassment of seeing how this heart is still leaping because of listening to someone’s voice is also unbearable.
Do I want to keep it?
I don’t have any plan. I just want to enjoy how my heart does this so genuinely. And at the same time I probably would love to see if that voice is just an acting disc that hits one wall but actually targets another side. Something new, something that might give me a different turn in my journey– I don’t want to trust any human being living but myself , but this journey is what I believe.
Beloved, show me the true face of Life in which….
You show the true face of Death.
Thank you.
true face of life & death
Shadow, Beloved
With whom this body's playing.
Well dissipated--
some people prefer working on their shadows, I’m in
Oh, Beloved, my!
It's written. Who will read it?
If no heart recites.
maktoub
🍀
💕
It's three, Beloved
Walking the path to the light.
Bless us. Please bless us.
Folded paper, Love
Hides faces, shows a
figure.
Bowing to the soul--
bowing to the soul by not bowing
If I could fold time,
I would fold it a thousand times
So I could meet you soon.
Yet if time were folded a thousand times,
How short time would be,
And how short I can chat with you.
Can time be made origami?
Being a flower when I'm with you,
Its petals would be sprayed with gallons of musk
That evaporates like your shadows--
Being white paper when I'm alone,
It would be on which I write signs
That would easily guide the meanings-- and
The riddle is over.
How about it?
or slow moving fast time
rike jokanan 
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