Tag: poem

Crazy

Learning, Poetic, Those People
I am crazy about nothing.
You are crazy about her.
A good combination,
Let’s enjoy our own show.

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one Japanese friend sent me a picture of Tokyo Dome of Nov 6 saying “No way you were in Tokyo Dome on Nov 6; you should have seen me among people!”

this Coldplay huge fan friend has watched in Tokyo Dome both days, one day in KL and will do in up coming 2 days in Bangkok

he said he failed to get ticket for Coldplay in Singapore

gonna be 5 times? he said he is crazy; I said “yes, you are!”

sent him my location on Nov 6 — totally different view and my concentration was to just enjoy the concert; even my friend shot my video “trance dancing and singing along” 😂

I am crazy about now and here and sometimes I lose interest to anything around me especially when there is no serious alert sent to me — ahh sorry for being so focused 🤭

throwback Tokyo Dome Nov 6 — cheers for the day!

Take A Break

Learning, Poetic, This Person
Sleep, sleep,
Dearest
As night is welcoming,
Morning is preparing
Another day.
Breathe, breathe,
Dearest
As stars are lullabying,
Moon is cradling
You for the sun.

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signs of true sickness of mine is when throbbing and piercing headache stays almost 24 hours and leaves me not even care of taking off things from hair and ears after work — yet that is when lying down on bed is a reward 💕

sleeping without even bathing is a blessing ❣️

Be

Learning
Be as happy as
You define.
They do laugh,
You might only smile.
They walk in high fashion,
You might go with a style.

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should be perfectly done, otherwise your days will be mostly miserable 💕

Decisions

Learning, Poetic, This Person
This path is smooth,
Many have traveled on it.
A lot of hearts were here
Singing hopes through time.

When sun goes down,
This path is glowing.
Many souls were here
Whispering love through space.

Sun will rise again,
Another day will come.
This heart is here
Promising to grow with the flow.

This heart is deciding
Every step is counted
And dedicated to grow prettier,
Making the path smoother.

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what’s broken can be amended and still beautiful

seeing how life is generous, I can fall in love with the same face again and again; yet when health is getting from bad to worse, I feel this heart is broken now and then

yet life is still generous, so I decide to fall in love everyday 💕

Let The Rain

Learning
I was given love;
Rain of love.
I was given blessings;
Rain of blessings.
I shared
And got poor,
Losing love, running out of blessings.
I was broke,
Left out in the dark
Even by those who earned some from the rain.

I am given love
So much love.
I am given blessings
So much blessings.
I don’t so much share,
I want to play alone with the love and blessings.
I am rich,
Strolling the path full of flowers under the rain.

Let the rain pour away
To those genuinely passing my way.

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いつもありがとう❣️






			


	


				
					


	

		
		
Farewell Party

		
Learning
	


	

		

Farewell party
Is tasting the best of mood
That is remembered.





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lunch on my last day in Kyoto — a set of Japanese washoku 💕





I won’t be back for work in Japan anymore so I will be back next year in my personal trips; yay! 😍😍😍










About Aoi-Jaya





About washoku

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
Tongue Twisted

		
Learning, Poetic
	


	

		

This tongue is twisted
By taste and a language
For a little while.





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I’m having lunch now and remembering one lunch on my first day in Kyoto. Lovely!






















appetiser — too lovely to eat up 😭






















Yuba Sashimi (sea bream tuna) — 💕






















clear soup made in an individual Dobin — no spoon is needed, you drink the soup with the lid






















grilled Spanish Mackerel —- I could eat another one 💕






















Yuba Oke (their specialty)






















steamed tofu with vegetables — verrrry good!






















rice, miso soup, pickles — still good but the least I liked 🤭






















dessert – persimmon 💕💕💕










About Shozankaku Matsuyama

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
Colourful

		
Learning
	


	

		

Life is falling leaves
Layered colours to decay.
Colourful beauty—





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my life is like a stack of ironed clothes: colourful!





household chores done for today 💕 ready for packing

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
Ultimate Commitment

		
Learning, love, Poetic, This Person
	


	

		

I can only love me
As me is the closest
One
To
You.





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hello, bitter reality — I will take care of you as I commit to myself 🙏🏼💕





how much hurting the sarcasm, euphemism and talking numbers people intentionally sent to me, it will just hurt themselves 🙏🏼💕





I won’t send blessings anymore as blessings are free for them to earn by themselves 🙏🏼💕

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
Dilemma

		
Learning, Poetic, This Person
	


	

		

It’s a dilemma
Between safety and beauty.
Each is a glory.





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falling leaves on a moss garden





red falling leaves are beautiful and I want to experience them again someday yet it is always hard choice to me — always a dilemma between beautiful autumn or short torture of itchy welts





I’m allergic to cold weather — after 1 week I’m getting bad skin rash and itch that won’t let me stop scratching crazily on the itchy part; my recent Kyoto was the worst so far





I should have had antihistamine with me so all the falling leaves and moss garden images wouldn’t have been shaken by my skin-scratching disco 😂





I still wish to be back someday 💕 not in an extension of biz trip, but a personal leave only 😍

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
Sour Citrus

		
Learning, Poetic
	


	

		

Sour citrus,
You’re like an unpleasant day
To taste,
Yet still comforting these muscles and skin
When soaked in hot water
For bath.





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bought a plastic bag of sour citrus in a village near the river behind Kiyotaki Tunnel — not good for juice but excellent for hot water soaking 😃😊

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
Personality

		
Learning, Poetic, This Person
	


	

		

It’s me.
Which me?
This me,
That me,
Me out,
Me in,
Me right,
Me left.
I want the best me
That’s happy.





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a temple with many statues made by a monk artist’s stone carving students






















one statue represents one student’s personality — I guess






















hundreds of them






















asked to choose one, I did this one — laughing at myself is a best part of getting older and mature; the only one that can’t be not serious in is my work! 💕










About Otagi Nenbutsu-ji Temple

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
When Lunch Is Free

		
Learning, Poetic
	


	

		

When lunch is free,
I am still saying tough things.
When lunch is free,
I am still saying sweet things.
And all are real things
As I am as free as a free lunch.





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a lot of rice! yummy side dish in a bento — day #1






















a lot of rice! yummy side dish in a bento — say #2






















a lot of rice! yummy side dish in a bento — day #3

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
Released

		
Learning, love, Poetic
	


	

		

It hurts when released.
In heart.
It hurts when kept.
In all.
And so I released.
All.





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I sent blessings and prayers to those passing away not known by their family — whoever and wherever you are all, I am one of those remember you as a family member 💕  May all beings be happy 





I believe they are released from any unhappiness





🙏🏼






			


	


				
					


	

		
		
Bamboo Groove

		
Learning
	


	

		

A lot of smiles
Along the bamboo groove
Heading to the mountain
Where snow starts to move





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sometimes you just have to smile and just smile 😊






















racing with the time? why not? 😊






















I believe I can fly, I believe I can touch the sky 🦅

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
Autumn in Kyoto

		
Learning
	


	

		

Red leaves that come late
And green foliage that stay
Both recite stories
Of how time flies and leaves tracks.
Every single second counts.





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Kiyotaki Tunnel, rather not nice if you go there alone






















this is a river with crystal clear water worth the tunnel crossing — stunning view, clean air 💕






















the other side of the bridge — I bet you can’t see people sitting on the rocky river 🙂






			


	


				
					


	

		
		
A Fragrant Machiya

		
Learning, Map It!, Poetic, This Person
	


	

		

This fragrance that travels in to the breathing brings me to where unknown stories were told.

Who built you,
Dear home?
Who grew with you,
Dear home?
Who left you,
Dear home?
I feel you,
Dear home.

Today I stay with
You
To realise that
Home is where breathing feels so real.





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my favourite room where the fragrance of hinoki wood and tatami is the strongest — I feel home 😃





thank you!





I thought I would stay in a boutique hotel made from a machiya





I found that I am alone in a two-story fragrant machiya which is 3 times bigger than the condo unit I live in Singapore — won’t stay alone next time!





THE FRAGRANCE!!! ♥️





About machiya

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
Dear Deer

		
Learning, Poetic
	


	

		

Dear
Deer,
You’ve mirrored me so dearly.
Curious to passers by
When stomach is empty.
Dozing off out of rule
When stomach is full.





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she surprised me from behind the giant root 😂 oftentimes I am curious as heaven 😌






















she didn’t even want to look at me when I said hi 😂 sometimes I just want to lie down after long walk 😌

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
This Love

		
Learning, Poetic
	


	

		

This love is a red leaf
Early ready to fall
When others are firm.
This love is a happy snail
Silently slowly to reside
When deer are swift.

This love is what nature says
To leaf to fall,
To snail to reside
In a gorgeous
Fall.





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I saw a red leaf among the green then a snail slowly came to my sight — what a beautiful day to see my love summarised in a frame; thank you!

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
Well Fed

		
Learning, Poetic
	


	

		

Good morning from a park
Where all beings are happy.
Both the feeding and the fed
Are well.

I wish all beings be happy
Wherever they are.





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i bought a bundle of biscuits to feed the deer in Nara; seeing how well fed they were, I decided to sit down and just watched how human beings showed love to those tame animals 💕

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
False Alarm

		
Learning, Poetic
	


	

		

You rang loudly in my ears.
I ran following you.
I was safe in pyjamas.
You blinked an eye then went away.

You are always alarming me
And I start to distrust you.

Dear,
False alarm.





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another false alarm this morning at around 7:20





this time many had decent clothes as many guests were ready to go out early





I was confused because several seconds after instructions to evacuate, the messages changed; this time telling that it was a false alarm and we didn’t have to evacuate





compared to the first false alarm I experienced in Penang earlier, this one in Japan was handled very properly; when a couple and I ran to the office room behind the lift, two officers in fire uniform were walking in — less than 5 minutes!





Japan is really outstanding in emergency management.





my plan to wake up a bit later didn’t happen; I will get prepared to go out early 😍





dear Love, I hope to still believe an alarm when it goes off. 🤭

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
You

		
Learning
	


	

		

I called your name
Boldly
I called your name
Loudly
I called your name
Sweetly
I called your name
Softly
I called you so you heard me.

I call your name
In silence
I call your name
Silently
I call your name
Melodiously
I call your name
Secretly
I call your name so you be there.





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a little bird on 11:11 at 11:11

			


	


				
					

				
					

				
					


	

		
		
Centred

		
Learning
	


	

		

It is not out there
What is searched is here waiting.
A centred spark—





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keep centred — thanks, Beloved for all the blessings





💕





no one can shake an ancient rock

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
Serenity, Joy and Beauty

		
Learning, Poetic
	


	

		

This serene moment
Has brought me joy
That sparks beauty
Anywhere I am.

Let them interpret
A picture
As they wish.
That is their life.

Mine is here and now.
No one is accurate
In defining me
As serenity, joy and beauty
Is a luxury
Differently designed
For each of reality.





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a line of serenity






















me and myself in joy






















even when tilting, my eyes see beauty 💕 not your definition of beauty, it is mine and mine only

			


	


				
					

				
					


	

		
		
Remote

		
Learning
	


	

		

There’s a vibe within
Spreading a home everywhere.
Close yet so remote—





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most of my friends think I would always visit big cities with all the luxurious and sparkling night life when visiting Japan; yet they’re wrong as many of places I’ve visited are rural areas  where no Hyatt, Shangri-La, and other big chains of hospitality brands are planted — I will usually stay in local hotels, meet humble kind genuine Japanese who don’t speak English and are willing to converse with my broken Japanese, listen to stories that impress me of how all human beings are basically struggle in life





not all Japanese are like the one I met some time ago whose rich life has formed one prouder and less kind than I thought one was 😌





feeling so blessed in a remote area in Gobo — let’s work wonder tomorrow, good people 🙏🏼

			


	


				
					


	

		
		
Talk to The Self

		
Learning, Poetic
	


	

		

One talk to the self.
Alone among cheering crowd.
Peaceful in the noise—





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it was a beautiful night with myself among the crowd 💕