graphs of my Universe
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
π
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
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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.
π
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 π
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 π
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 π
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” βΊοΈ
Wardah Books, visitors seen from the staircase π
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” π
croissant from konditori
some people said kebaya & blue jeans won’t go well – to me it’s a perfect match even when looking blur π
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. π
Enjoy your reading, WordPress. If you are Jane Austen fans, please share your thought.
Weekend mood should always be relaxed & carefree.
π
A young girl, I thought love is coming to me
Then I found that they are flying off of me. Emitting--
From my sweater,
My hair,
My skin,
My flesh,
My bone,
My heart,
My soul.
I'm breathing it.
Living it:
I'll never run out of
Love.
π
What I don't want is associating myself with anyone but myself, a human being in the making
Then marching lines with sprinkling comma,
Before one summarising period
One day.
Thank you, all doors
That open or not
For showing me many ways
Whether or not to take
Are for whom
You declare the choice.
thank you, wise words for touching my age with laughter, smile, grin & tears
βΊοΈ
Time has passages
Walked by hearts with decisions.
Sloping and climbing--
Love welcomes what's been waited
Without payment and complaints.
The meadow grows green.
time gives me space to grow without asking me to pay how much ever I’ve learnt in the journey & without complaints how long I’ve had to reach a point of understanding
time allows me to grow from nothing to fly up above any layers of skies where nothing is empty or empty is nothing
time itself is so kind & patient, so much I’ve owed to time so the only thing I can do is keeping repaying to it by treating it gently & truly
dear, Time…
…. wherever you are,
thank you
π
have a good weekend, WordPress
Flower arrangement
Scrutinized by pairs of eyes--
Layers of beauty.
any flower will do for me but no plastic flowers, please
Fresh eggs nicely boiled
Roll on a table for two.
One faster grabber--
boiled, hard, favourite π
never keep eggs in the fridge anymore; fresh from the basket tastes better ππ£
A bush of clovers
Wave by the wind of autumn
Along stoney roads.
Kameyama’s clovers
Nara’s clover
A short route to walk
When the sun's down, the moon's up.
The dark that protects--
my normal weekly brisk walk route keeps rewilding ππ½
crescent moon that doesn’t look crescent π
white spider lily along the way
it’s erected completely, across the reservoir
First breeze each morning
Caresses her face. So cool.
Ensuring good days--
it’s a result of life-long learning to easily thank you
when someone’s young (or childish), life might feel full of many testing & struggling; yet with honest & robust life management, life becomes a box with lessons learnt about how to deal with discolouration of true personality, how to put good effort to deliver messages, how to accept unexpected results with “oh not that”, how to be clearer & clearer about what life is & about what life should be wisely treated
thank you, Beloved for the life — cool & bright like morning breeze coming in when I open the window
π»ππ
If they walk away,
Just walk away.
It means no means today.
As love is here
No matter what,
Footsteps won't give no way.
I'm content.
I'm happy.
After the last drip of what's in store is gray,
Whether it's coffee
Or Japan's May.
why doubtful?
leaving what’s not wanted in a mug after the coffee drip is done is what it should be βΊοΈ
why looking back, dear coffee drinker
the air is welcoming you
go like a galloping horse
go like a slithering snake
go like the last drop of coffee in a mug
you’ve met the way
with or without your coffee machine, my heart is blooming everyday π₯°
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Weekend bright yellow
Slows down horses in the barn.
Wheat stalks are flying.
happy fun weekend, WordPress!
my ironing board surfing & long-sit reading π
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