graphs of my Universe
There's no dilemma.
There's only heart
Rocking in a sea of abundance
Misunderstood as distraction.
Sit still, Beloved
When world is noisy and busy
With laughters and cries.
i thank god that my dilemma is only between whether to read some books or to iron my clothes — not so complicated and i it only happens at the weekend; the rest is just to work and to enjoy after work 😘
it is what it is as weekend is a list of household chores in silence
enjoy your weekend!
This lunch is coming from
That evening noisy kitchen.
This calm evening is coming from
That afternoon hard work.
This glorious afternoon is coming from
That morning humble smile.
That that passed
Has left
What is blessed.
full set – いただきます❣️
tempe, beancurd and duck — all fried; btw, i thought it was chicken until i chewed the flesh 🫢 i’m such a bad chef who didn’t check the label, just took it from the fridge and threw it to the boiling water and tadaaa!!! 😁
Chinese cabbage is sweet when boiled
the best sambal on earth ☺️ sambal terasi
all boiled together in harmony 😀
Hi
Pretty!
Your timing is mine.
You greet me when I've lost hope
That you're still excited to bloom.
Life is mysteriously turning
Hopelessness to light steps
To what's called
Keep going.
she paused her blossom after some time moving to the balcony — the shower area didn’t offer enough sun by then
just this afternoon when checking the leaves, i found her flowers❣️ you never give up, dear orchid
thank you!
blessing is for those not quitting
❣️
Morning brings me heart
Newly dipped in coloured hopes
To welcome new days.
maroon heliconia
yellow heliconia
the sun showing his radiance
This life is written
Along a ribbon coiling
Around a live book.
weekend is to read what’s written as weekdays is to write what’s read
i’m a book with cover, title, table of content, chapters, and an end; and i’m craving to know about its precious author among all readers
These wings bring me everywhere
And also home.
These wings bring me adventure
And also joy.
What have your wings brought you?
finally home
it’s amazing to fly home
the peak of a mountain under my wings
the sky full of cotton under my wings
turning right with spreading wings
the sun under left wing
There's no place for you
But when I dream. Where are you
When I'm up, my love?
Friendship
Is one fragment of life
That keeps me alive.
It hits me so warmly
With friends' openness.
It hits me so sadly
With their secret battles.
There is a way and
There is the other way
To meet again
Always one day.
Fauzia Fatchan or Fau or Uud is a great friend of mine. She was one supporting badass in uni time; she was an objective wall between those cheating and those with integrity. Her critical thinking would make those cheating to know their “no worth” and at the same time make those with integrity to humbly stay composed.
She’d been my best discussion buddy in all topics! Politics, social, economy, culture, religion, spirituality, education, poverty, conflict free mineral, business, sex, romance, etc. She would tell me I was misled when I had insufficient data to say my analysis. She would tell me excellent when my opinion outsmarted hers.
She yet would laugh her shits out when I broke my heart romantically.
“You are more valuable than those underestimating you or ignoring you!” That was a voice echoing until now.
She is the one I name a perfect friend!
I haven’t talked with her for the past 4 months as we both had been tremendously busy. She’d been managing her rare earth mine in one of big islands in Indonesia.
She is now battling against a rare disease, leaving no chance for me to hear her voice anymore.
I called her through video call by her brother’s help. I believed she could hear, she didn’t say anything but she moved her mouth everytime I called her name like saying something.
I love you so much, dear best friend.
I love you as an honest friend.
I love you as a proud Indonesian.
I love you as an extraordinary human being.
I love you as you!
Dear, Fauzia Fatchan. Even if I can not meet you again, I am honored to have lived as a human being knowing you.
See you again in eternity, my dear…
❣️
If we both have time, we will meet again, that was what you said in our last conversation.
I am sorry that I told you all my battles while you’d been in the same one, my dear. Please forgive me.
From a broken hearted friend because of your condition….
Rike
Is there anyone
Before
&
After
Me
Leaving
Without permission?
None--
It is a consent that forms
Life,
A period where
You
&
I
Meet at a dot on a ring.
salam, dear shrine where heart and soul escort body to whisper all secrets
Kameyama Shrine
before cleaning – looked like birds loved to bathe and leave some feathers as token of gratitude
after cleaning – no one asked me to clean this, i just felt that i needed to give Japan a small token of gratitude and Kameyama Shrine be the one to receive it
always praying someday I can come back to that shrine. I will tell her that she did give me amazing vibe in my whole visit in Kameyama. Shrines, mosques, temples, churches and other places where human beings whisper their heart and soul out have always been a charm to me.
enso – there’s a dot where two extremes meet and form balance to ensure life flows
Your face that I keep
Won't grow old. This heart preserves
Everything that's loved.
my face has been all over my iPhone’s face for the past 4 years – can’t get over my COVID era face ❣️
A song is flowing,
Pushing in rhythms and rhymes
To a realm of love.
love to listen to this 24/7
All roads are destined
To an end where wish comes true
Or breath takes a rest.
not destined to be a drinker — i didn’t even enjoy the 0%
destined to embrace beautiful flowers ❣️
I won't miss the train.
The last. A home is waiting
With a cup of tea.
i saw this scene very often from my room; last midnight was the most impressive when i felt so much love living as me with no one but me ❣️
The sun blares a loud red.
The trees hide a peaceful green.
The commuting enjoys the grey road
That cuts across an island.
It's a home
From which the eyes pull all colours
To the heart.
the sun, the trees and the commuting
You are beautiful
Because this heart has the eyes
Of a butterfly.
There is birth and death
And love in between those two.
Continuous life—
RC Gorman’s work of art
How fragrant are you
Through the petals sweetly picked
By fragile fingers?
I love perfume especially when at home.
Some facts of how certain oils as part of perfume ingredients are harvested shake my liking to perfumery. If I buy those perfumes, am I abusing certain group of people? If I don’t buy, am I letting them unemployed?
Life is sometimes as simple as abc– Yet life is sometimes as complex as ancient codes to decipher.
Time to concoct my own perfume from responsibly-sourced oils?
Fresh air, Beloved,
Welcomes sweetly through a move.
Strong or weak, enjoy.
it was fresh at the same time eery — i felt a strong blow of fresh air at my left hand last night between sleep and awake; so sure it was not my breathing as I know well how I breathe
new place welcomes visitors differently like the grass greeted me sweetly this morning
thank you for the welcome; I am a guest, not an agressor 🙏🏼
Now is a new time
Turned to old right after said.
Don't say. Just begin.
daisy is a new beginning
Every life's reborn
Through flowers peeping in Spring.
Greeting a new life--
calla lily symbolises rebirth and a good luck
A playground's, my love
Where a dragonfly sits still,
A lotus bud sways--
missing Ubud, my playground
one day before purchasing a plot of land in Lod Tunduh, Ubud, I cancelled it with no logical reason; feel of Bali to me is a playground of my house and several months later decided to start a home in Yogyakarta — sometimes it takes just a strong push inside to make the right choice: no logic, no rationale
For:
You
Who breathes love in silence,
Who touches heart in secret,
Who smiles in the dark,
Who listens to whispers,
Who reads all scrolls,
Who kisses faraway dreams;
Take these roses,
That dance with the wind,
That spread strange chemicals,
That show off colours,
That boast deadly pricks,
That symbolise love,
That decay over time.
if i were roses, what would life be?
Won't be using this body forever,
Won't be celebrating the same victories forever,
Won't be losing the same battles forever,
Won't be this forever,
Won't be that forever,
And so it is,
Let a best be accepted--
A long sleep is waiting
Maybe tomorrow,
Maybe today.
this beauty experienced dead as seed, dead as sprout, dead as bud, dead as blossom, dead as fruit even not met the fruition yet this was once lived and loved
never underestimate any size of life; it is all enough
never miss appreciation to all blessings
❣️
You are closely looked
Through a glass showing true hues.
Candid reflection--
every heart is mirror — find a clearest as a friend 💕
No flower's worried.
Bloom to fruition or vase,
No competition--
Happy Vesak Day 💕
Nature is a bunch of
Things brought in,
Or tons of things born with.
Know it within,
Acknowledge it without,
Life wouldn't be truer.
people bring in leaves and flowers to feel nature in the home, or simply because they acknowledge the similarity between the nature within and without
A plate full of gifts,
Colourful to sum up a day
Before the sun sets--
pho bo & tien ly leaves with garlic, lunch in Ho Chi Minh City
Cured is what's preserved:
Head and heart from discomfort
Of forgotten hope--
Enjoy your weekend!
i don’t like daily chemical medication but once i realized that it is part of what makes the body cured (longer preserved from decay), i’ve made great peace 😍
back-to-back trips are at peace with 3-in-1 (passport, money and medication) primarily prepared
let’s fly again
Note to fellow human beings: All what human beings do to be physically healthy is to ensure a longer preserved life. I’ve made peace since forever that human beings’ body is dying everyday, unstoppable, just made the process nicer and more relaxed.
Life is a wide pool.
It takes plunges to the deep
To find an ocean.
one flower = one plunge in the pool after work
KL is serene tonight to plunge to a bowl of light in the dark
You were home
For a while,
A short while,
Until an ignored road calls
To leave,
To go back to
A road less travelled
Which a few are lured to walk.
It brings me to a place not known.
What's known is
Birds chirp along the way,
Hares run between bushes,
Woods give shades from scorching days,
Wild flowers nod to greet footsteps,
The narrow path brings this journey to a bright end--
Meeting
You.
pamit is a Javanese and Indonesian word that literally means “saying goodbye” although in Javanese the word pamit has a weight of a polite request to leave ♥️
rike jokanan 
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