graphs of my Universe
Luxury, my love
What makes one feel fortunate,
Feel responsible.
Luxury, my love
Not brand, not price tag. It’s mind
Bursting new spirits.
Luxury, my love
You can bluff but you can’t trade
With a true spirit.
Luxury, my love
What you’ve failed, what you’ve too learnt
About the deep wounds.
——
not the Aman Jiwo Hotel making it luxurious, it is Borobudur temple, Menoreh Hill and all the Javanese villages and tradition conserved as surrounding is the real luxury
Mirror,
Mirror
On the wall!
Show me clearly
Afterall
What’s been
Lingering
In this fall.
Whether massive darkness
Or just shadow
That crawls.
——
only selfie when feeling good and truly willing to see what’s reflected by the mirror
Sweetness of this life,
Interchangeable
Only with
The heart
That sings love songs.
——
pastry that charms sweetness sensor tonight mixed with friendship woke me up
“long time! we’ve been waiting with so much to share. you’ve won your battle. be happy.”
thank you, Bangkok! you should have told me earlier that what looks grand might be a shadow reflected by water in a pond with little light coming in
let’s sing love songs no matter what
Thank you, mid autumn
For showing a firmer end
Of uncertain path
Having trapped the traveler
In a maze of blinking stars.
——
Happy Mid Autumn Festival
between chopsticks
on a spoon
in a cone
among stars
shadowed by birds
by the sea
over a castle
Note: pictures sent by a colleague
Once my master said
“Be kind,
Yet don’t let evil take the wheel.
You know where to go
And no one but you
Is to drive your fate.”
Once my master said
“Be generous,
Yet don’t get misled.
You know how to count
And no one but you
Is to solve the equation.”
Once my master said
“Be careful,
Yet don’t forget to have fun.
You know how to celebrate
And no one but you
Is to throw the party.”
Once my master said
Nothing.
It was time for me to go
To trace my own path
And no one but me
Is to walk the talk.
And here I am,
One heart,
One word,
One journey.
Just
One.
——
to me this is just one cup of tea, to the helper it is all her kindness, pride and maybe survival in one act — thank you, Ma’am for your sincere smile and the tea 💕 you are the master of service 🙏🏼 I bow to the divine in you 💕
When hunger invites,
Would you attend or fight back?
A game anyway—
——
rambutan behind the green
spring rolls
Crowning black gets grey,
Surfing through tunnels of time.
There is no U-turn.
——
long, black with some grey showing — excited to have this long hair to caress ♥️
Fragrance of sambac
Ferries the wish to the love
Reborn with new scents.
——
The death of my beloved nephew at young age (22 yo) is one extreme turning point in how I see life and what is in it.
I am not sad anymore and not considering it a loss anymore. Just drying tears and grateful smiles so — remembering how good his life was. How someone with so big mental wound could survive life by serving others in such a fun witty ways. 🥰 We now know how much we loved him and how tremendously he loved us.
Yet….
reborn
not interested in talking in group except for work;
prefer seeing life more lightly yet deeply at the same time;
choose to seclude myself by doing what I can do genuinely; if not, I will stay away;
respond to human interaction differently and it might have hurt people in outer rings; it doesn’t matter
still the same human being yet not the same anymore;
so amazed how losing loved ones can change someone so significantly. And the reality shows me whom are real and unreal, true and untrue…. 💚
Life is mysteriously beautiful.
Thank You so very much!
Alfatihah.
my younger brother’s 1st son was a newborn death; my older brother’s sons: one died at 10, the other at 22 — wishing them to be reborn with love, prosperity and luck 💕😊 you’re (always) in my heart and (sometimes) at my left wrist, boys! 💕💕😊
Ayutthaya greets
A heart that sings a love song.
A wat witnesses.
——
from 2010 to 2012 Thailand was my playground esp in the area of food processing , from 2013 up to now is for electronic mostly in Ayutthaya — Sala Ayutthaya is always my favourite here, thank you…. 😘
Trees dance in the wind,
Send love messages through leaves.
Colours of autumn—
——
beautiful as my eyes claim 💕
You are not a star.
Never.
A star brightly rises.
A star magnificently sets.
You might be upset
As a star is what is adored
By many.
Don’t be a star,
It is born,
It dies.
A seen star is thousands years of its history—
Illusion.
You are the earth.
Always.
Who lets the sun rise
And lets the sun set
Sincerely.
The earth is loved
By many.
When I see the earth
I see a present moment
Of everything about it.
I am grounded to earth.
It is where I live, love and laugh
Sincerely.
You are
A star not.
——
a star is a dream; the earth is where I live, love and laugh sincerely
Note: picture is from Pinterest; I wanted a Java island on the earth with stars above yet could not find any 🙂
Once
I knew not
Or cared not
That all struggled
Until
I sat still
To feel the whole cosmos
Within me.
Now
I know
And know
That all inevitably suffer
By choice though.
And so
I chant
Wishing…
May all beings be happy, free from suffering.
And to you
Across the ocean.
With red roses,
May you be happy, free from suffering.
——
May all beings be happy 💕
free from suffering
…. and also to you across the ocean ♥️
Lessons are to learn
As books to read, air to breathe,
Life to put meaning.
——
the Japanese wooden dolls in the reception of the language center where I learn Japanese lessons
— ありがとうございます 💕
The gift she receives
Is a seed growing so deep
Before high to sky.
——
a birthday gift for myself
I am home
Welcomed
By a space
Waiting for its soul
To fill the gap
With emptiness.
I am home
Welcomed
By rose tea
Waiting to be brewed
To wake up the heart
With memories.
I am home
Welcomed
By another day
Waiting to be celebrated
To highlight meaning
With what is.
——
I left 3 stems of red roses in the vase and arriving, I found them beautifully dried — a jug of rose tea is my first relaxing session
How sweet is your heart?
Warm as sun of the beach? Or
Cool as mountain breeze?
——
coconut ice cream 💕 as sweet as warm heart, as cold as ignorance — the stick is made of sugarcane
Make bread and butter
Special
Among ordinary days
Even if it’s
Just by differently spreading
Butter on the bread.
Finding ordinary special
Is where blessings reside.
——
a bite or two to thank life for everything
Queueing clear glasses
Line up to contain liquid.
Freshening the hope.
——
glasses
Salt and pepper tell
Taste needed or tongue craving.
It’s two to tango.
——
salt and pepper
It’s salt and pepper
Seasoning life with some taste.
Spicing up the dreams—
——
salt and pepper
Rested then proven,
This life gets detached through time
From what’s dead by rain.
——
succulent, plant that teaches me how to survive with little water
These memories swim,
Gliding through the wind, soaring.
You are everywhere.
——
planes of cloud swimming beneath the wings like memories that evolve to beautiful stories
The bow that launches
Is the arrow that is shot:
An exhibit by the
One
That honour is inevitably
Gorgeous
For that
Respecting
From that
Witnessing.
Salute to the bowstring.
——
I have learnt how to genuinely respect my teachers and other human beings even more after learning meditation in Bali Usada — I humbly thank you, Pak Merta Ada. I bow to the divine in you and all my fellow Tapa Brata participants 🙏🏼
it was a sunny day so Pak Merta Ada invited us all to end the Tapa Brata with 1-hour meditation under the blessed bodhi tree — hope health and calmness be granted to all of us ♥️
Pak Ishak giving his testimony about the noble silence, Ibu Lady his wife video shooting him — the oldest participants in this Tapa Brata 2 we all cordially respect
canang under a tree as a daily respect to it for being part of the environment protection
torch ginger is the most grown herb in Bali Usada meditation center — yummy and fragrant when cooked
💚
Three of us stayed in bungalow #4 for 12 days of which in 1st-11th we didn’t talk to each other. We just took turn of using bathroom, switching on/off light at 3:30am and 10:00pm, making sure towel racks were sunbathed, replenishing toilet tissue, cleaning bathroom. All were done in silence in between meditation sessions, physical exercises, meals and lectures. Only at the last night after Tapa Brata was officially summed up, we could not stop sharing about our life journey until 2:00am.
Tami is 32, Fitri is 33 and I am 48: I am the oldest but I am the baby in meditation — they meditated 1.5 hours without changing position, I did but could not stop “ngereog” in the last 5 to 10 minutes.
My age doesn’t mean anything with these 2 ladies of harmonious mind.
See you again, my little sisters! Anicca! 💕
ngereog literally means performing reog dance; Tami used the word to describe someone’s intense movement during meditation due to muscle stress 😂
Ibu Lady, Srimurni and I showered by the morning light right after morning meditation and no shower (yet) — Srimurni was one of those could not stop talking to me after the Tapa Brata 😄
pure friendship is such a magical bond 💕
Once again
Is a bonus
Becoming allowance
As it is
Again and again.
I wish another
After another
Again
And again
Until it is
Time to end.
——
‘M 48th tomorrow. ‘Ve never thought I would reach this age.
When I was 9, I almost died. When I was 24, I almost died. I thought I would die at 44. It’s been huge blessings to be given another year.
another door before another door, 48 means a door to victory
My wish is simpler this year. After all failures and broken hearts, I wish for a warm home and a good job. Those two mean happiness to me. With a warm home, I can host my family and good friends. With a good job, I can leverage my role to help others around me improve their well being.
Amen.
Thank you!
A room that tells tale
Has hushed noise and busy mind.
Here comes the calm days.
——
Wibisana, a room that offers calmness — Balinese home is always my favourite getaway
there are two decorative pictures of Dewi Saraswati over the bed and two paintings of Balinese ladies among flowers on both walls — this Puri is where my mind does rest
💕
Who is Wibisana? A knight who flees his country to pay the cost of his partiality to the higher purpose of peace on earth
Journey becomes light
When promise is fully paid.
The breeze flows sweetly.
——
beautifully ready for melukat this morning to clean and clarify my life intension and for my dearest nephew ♥️ now his wish for melukat is fully paid — live happily in the other side, my dear 💕 and I have a good feeling that my life is on the right path with my heart losing no love
melukat in Tirtha Empul when it was still quiet this morning — no, I don’t like crowd 🙏🏼 don’t bring me to noisy parties!
Life is a grand stage,
Performance is its main course,
I am dining out.
——
I am supposed to be in Ubud with my nephew who happened to pass away on Jul 30. So I do all the planned itinerary alone to keep my promise and to make him smile in heaven.
For you, Vito the fun witty kind artistic boy!
💕
a bridge over a lotus garden heading to Puri Saraswati Temple front yard where Janger Dance with Arjuna Tapa as part of performance is on every evening
lucky this evening I am sitting in a seat right in the middle of the front row — feeling lucky and blessed
start!
Arjuna in his meditation apparel (white)
buta, one of some seducers while Arjuna is meditating
the end
From a muddy jar
She emerges for the sun
To greet, kiss and hug.
——
This love is as strong as the glue
A snail can spit on an aloe vera
To cling even in a hottest day.
Your logic is as cold as the air
A morning can loosen nature’s desire
In a split second love will go away.
This love is unrequited,
That logic always wins.
Our bond is thinly formatted
As hair splitting to twins.
It is just a dream,
Though dream of a meadow.
It is truly a wish,
Yet wish of a shadow.
Love will open a bundle of joy.
Logic will open a bundle of satisfaction.
They are happy differently.
Understood—
——
reminding me of how strong love can bond a heart to a dream that won’t come true ♥️
dear heart, release…. the logic will never let you win 🙏🏼
Mountain and ocean
Between which the heart resides
Call the soul for home.
——
rike jokanan 
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