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
It's either fragrance
Or colours, filling the vase.
Don't forget the shape.
pretty!
Scoop the moon for her,
Who has been waiting for you.
Over and over--
yummy!
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
🌻
I tell my black horse
To nod at the blue mountain.
We're ready to climb.
it’s the climb that gives the journey hope to see things from different perspectives every time the traveler stops to let the horse grass before walking up….
…. and fear that something unexpected happens on the way
it’s a journey though worth taking
Not against the odd--
Beloved, you hear my songs
From a deepest cave.
for some people it’s odd to stay in a cave; to me it’s the most suitable option in this era — being low key, known by very few people; maintaining & upgrading physical, mental, spiritual stability
a quiet life is a blessing, second to none
longing for love and the brightest light to keep this journey steady only to the truest true
🍀
Where is the quiet cave
Where I can read books, sleeping?
It's where trust is lost.
if I’m to live in a cave, l’d like to be in a cave with a library & a kitchenette
Sunset, Beloved
Whose Colours blanket this heart--
Everything adds up.
today’s sunset from my shower cubicle
私は自分が生きてきた水を忘れてしまったが、呼吸を通していつもそれを愛してきた
how i forget the water in which i've lived all my life; yet how i've always loved it through this breathing
A message I am
To myself and to the world.
Returned to sender--
Now I'm reading you, my love
Dancing before a mirror.
life is a never ending reading me reading you — a journey with which a book will be published in a transit
hope this book is a best selling with a sweet welcome in an ever summer meadow
You are sole beauty,
A dot of contrast alone.
Swaying in silence--
sometimes being different is considered beautiful, or ugly
just alone
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 🍀
Messages, my love
Flash fast on an unseen path.
This heart vibes at yours.
Stranded in the light,
Would it be always this bright?
A strand of earnest-
A noise, Beloved
In the ears, never within--
Gap of a light speed.
sometimes a noise is a vibe that triggers a good rest, just like TV screen at my childhood — at that time there was only 1 TV station belonging to the Govt & at midnight after “Berita Terakhir” our TV screen would be full of “buzzing ants” like the above picture 😁
It's destined, my love
Feet walk to where heart is pulled.
Where brain runs no more--
Ratianah Kebaya is always a nice place where I talk to both Ratianah & Putri, 2 Singaporean friends who share the same attention as mine: “batik & kebaya” ☺️
Wardah Books, visitors seen from the staircase 💕
legendary staircase, more than 100 years
trust me you’ll like everyone serving you in this corner — either brother or sister, one is always reminding me “you have some roses, do you want to spend it today for your books?” and my answer is mostly “no, thank you not today; next time when enough to buy a set of books” 🍀
croissant from konditori
some people said kebaya & blue jeans won’t go well – to me it’s a perfect match even when looking blur 😁
Apples on a plate
Shine offering their sweetness.
Blessing of the sun--
What's more romantic than lips on a cup, Beloved?
Words that meet the acts--
leaving some lips on a cup is romantic
Sailing to a shore:
The wind greets my hair waving--
Waves know where you are.
so peaceful
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.
🍀
rike jokanan 
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