Quiet Noise

Quiet and noise
Are both luxury
Which cross clarify
And cross verify.
Both cost so high
In each phase.
At times each is a spy
To bug each other
To find when the best time
To be quiet
Or
To be noisy.

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I am doing a sacred silence retreat next week. Called Tapa Brata, this retreat is where we will meditate most of the time in a day. Pak Merta is a devoted Buddhist who has been opening this meditation center for years to promote self health and at certain level herbal medication teaching. I am not a Buddhist but I feel that this retreat has helped me a lot to calm my mind.

There won’t be any interaction with others directly during the retreat. No talking. No reading. No writing. No listening except to the meditation guidance and sound of nature in Forest Island. All gadgets will be safe-kept by the organiser so we will be totally offline human beings.

It is about communicating with one’s self.

The interaction is primarily within. I remember how hard it was for me in my first Tapa Brata in 2018 just to not say good morning and good night to my roommates on the first day. Hope this one is easier for me.

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that joglo (the building with terracotta roof) is the meditation hall, two jinengs (Balinese rice storage) are sleeping quarters (only for male), 9 bungalows are located behind the joglo for meditators to sleep, the dog is in front of the dining joglo

the dog? he was with whom everyone wanted to talk after lunch in silence β€” he would just stare at us and yawn and sleep seeing us talking without saying things, he probably understood πŸ˜ƒ hope to see him again

Heart to Handle- haiku

Count to a hundred.
See if heart silences, or
Drags you to market.

Temasek – August 26, 2019 / 14:49


My heart has been so annoying (not annoyed ya) recently. It brought me all troubles that had been tamed before. It unleashed all possible cries and shouts that will not only make the heart but also head crowded like a market.

Water wets you.

Fire burns you.

Wind blows you.

Earth buries you.

Maybe I’ve gotta play metal to my own self so it cages me safe in locked safe.

But no….

Dear Beautiful Soul, let go off all distrust. Friendship isn’t always about keeping secret but it is also about accepting a bad label because some secrets are jocularly consumable for public.

Dear Beautiful Self, forgive yourself for entrusting your honest secret to someone you don’t really know. It is a lesson that it is ok to be vulnerable. It is fine to be imperfect. It is nice to be angry when necessary. All is fine…. And forgive those that won’t have locked tongues for any reason.

Everything is ok.

You just take a break and fly across the sea.

Singapore to KL soon…. πŸ‘©πŸ½β€πŸ’»πŸŽΆ

Laughter To Envy

Then I just laughed when you suggested a fact that I am watched by you….

But does it really matter?

No, it matters only toΒ you…. And, some folks next to you, who have the same feather but can’t fly. So high, in the imaginary sky, without capable to fly.

Does it really matter?

No, it never matters to me…. Only sketched some seconds in a note, that is as brittle as a butterfly’s wings. For a while, in beauty, no sustainability.

Does it really matter?

Not really. Really not, finally. Your voice, your choir, your noise doesn’t matter to this path.

Enjoy the cloud where you think you sit, but actually you skid.

Thanks, friends…. For sharing me the face of envy.

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Dear beagle Skipper

AMK Street 64 – November 14, 2014 – 6:45am