graphs of my Universe
Everything is centred.
My mother.
Everything is meaningful.
My mother.
Everything is wisdom.
My mother.
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she was meeting her doctor for medical review on her birthday today β she said her health and children are the best gift forever π
Ibu and me in Jabal Rahmah (Mount of Love), 2016 β wishing our love spread to everyone around us
a tumpeng by me for my mother, sent via WhatsApp π
Soak the self in love.
Treat the life with all blessings.
Every breath counts hope.
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these ingredients will be soaked in water for two days before applied to hair after shampoo
this time: rice + ginger + rosemary + pomelo rind
I flipped this body down
To see the world upside down
My first effort brought frown
Still I decided to go on
Iβm hanging my satchel
Iβm hanging my pole
Iβm taking all as it is
From behind the scroll
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this is my favourite photo of mine although I donβt look good at all: Iβm simply upside down with fun as how I see the world outside my work, trying to relax by seeing things from different perspectives and understanding othersβ esp those disagreeing with me β
to me most of the time caption is more important than picture and I always like to tease my friends with my caption and some usually cannot stop commenting although irrelevantly π
Even if
I love
You,
I wonβt chase
You.
I am a tiny dust,
They are giant stars.
I realise at last,
Their silence gives me scars.
I am a wandering centre
That spins peacefully,
In solitude
Giving blessings
From a distance
Until someday
They can feel what I feel,
They can see what I see,
They can hear what I hear,
They can taste what I taste,
They can touch what I touch,
They not be what I not be.
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still, centred yet wandering with the universe
Evacuate. Now.
Hundreds of steps in the dim.
Sorry, false alarm.
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this morning I felt kind of alarmed; nervous at the same time energised because of alarm going off early morning in the hotel β fire warden in action; run run run! lucky enough I stayed on 11th floor, not the highest! ππ½
with other guests who were (I guessed) sleepy and not ready to show themselves up to the world
no need to dress up! I just grabbed my MacBook, iPhone and my sling bag, left other stuff less important (although important) β oh my! predictably I saw many were wearing βwhatsoever as long as wearing thingsβ π tired as well as entertained π
in the assembly point waiting, waiting and waiting β false alarm
the hotel rep said βWe are terribly sorry. It is a false alarm and all guests would you please go back to your room? We will arrange a compensation for you all affected. We once again apologise to you for the inconvenience caused. Sorry, Maβam. Sorry, Sirβ¦.β
a love letter I found arriving in the room this evening ππΌ
Time is
Paradoxical.
Luxury for those knowing how short it is,
Ordinary as everyone is given.
Time is
Relative.
Those transacting in life say
Time is money.
Those knowing its sharpness say
Time is like sword.
Those valuing milestones say
Letβs race with time.
Those mismanaging things say
I have no time.
Those loving you say
I have all time.
Those knowing your struggle say
Please take your time.
Those having super speed say
Donβt waste your time.
How do you say about
Your time?
You decide.
One to remember
There is no referee in life
To whom you can shout
βTimeout!β
Time flows.
Time flies.
Time walks.
Time runs.
Time swims.
Time dives.
You may want to stop it,
Yes you can
Only if you stop everything
At the same time for
Every body
Everywhere.
Can you?
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time is short when you smile and forever when you pout
Useful link about Time
If there is luxury
I can always boast,
It is time
With which horizon broadens,
Spectrum of truth unrolls,
Insight sharpens,
Heart softens,
Wisdom drips, drops then flows;
Love goes on.
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what time is it? wanna be back to London β when whenβ¦. π
Useful link for Greenwich
Luxury, my love
What makes one feel fortunate,
Feel responsible.
Luxury, my love
Not brand, not price tag. Itβs mind
Bursting new spirits.
Luxury, my love
You can bluff but you canβt trade
With a true spirit.
Luxury, my love
What youβve failed, what youβve too learnt
About the deep wounds.
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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
Whatβs been
Lingering
In this fall.
Whether massive darkness
Or just shadow
That crawls.
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only selfie when feeling good and truly willing to see whatβs reflected by the mirror
Sweetness of this life,
Interchangeable
Only with
The heart
That sings love songs.
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pastry that charms sweetness sensor tonight mixed with friendship woke me up
βlong time! weβve been waiting with so much to share. youβve won your battle. be happy.β
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
letβs 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.
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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
βBe kind,
Yet donβt let evil take the wheel.
You know where to go
And no one but you
Is to drive your fate.β
Once my master said
βBe generous,
Yet donβt get misled.
You know how to count
And no one but you
Is to solve the equation.β
Once my master said
βBe careful,
Yet donβt forget to have fun.
You know how to celebrate
And no one but you
Is to throw the party.β
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.
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to me this is just one cup of tea, to the helper it is all her kindness, pride and maybe survival in one act β thank you, Maβam for your sincere smile and the tea π you are the master of service ππΌ I bow to the divine in you π
When hunger invites,
Would you attend or fight back?
A game anywayβ
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rambutan behind the green
spring rolls
Crowning black gets grey,
Surfing through tunnels of time.
There is no U-turn.
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long, black with some grey showing β excited to have this long hair to caress β₯οΈ
Fragrance of sambac
Ferries the wish to the love
Reborn with new scents.
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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 β 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. π₯° We now know how much we loved him and how tremendously he loved us.
Yetβ¦.
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 doesnβt 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 untrueβ¦. π
Life is mysteriously beautiful.
Thank You so very much!
Alfatihah.
my younger brotherβs 1st son was a newborn death; my older brotherβs sons: one died at 10, the other at 22 β wishing them to be reborn with love, prosperity and luck ππ youβre (always) in my heart and (sometimes) at my left wrist, boys! πππ
Ayutthaya greets
A heart that sings a love song.
A wat witnesses.
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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 β Sala Ayutthaya is always my favourite here, thank youβ¦. π
Trees dance in the wind,
Send love messages through leaves.
Colours of autumnβ
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beautiful as my eyes claim π
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.
Donβt be a star,
It is born,
It dies.
A seen star is thousands years of its historyβ
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.
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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 π
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
Wishingβ¦
May all beings be happy, free from suffering.
And to you
Across the ocean.
With red roses,
May you be happy, free from suffering.
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May all beings be happy π
free from suffering
β¦. and also to you across the ocean β₯οΈ
Lessons are to learn
As books to read, air to breathe,
Life to put meaning.
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the Japanese wooden dolls in the reception of the language center where I learn Japanese lessons
β γγγγ¨γγγγγΎγ π
The gift she receives
Is a seed growing so deep
Before high to sky.
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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.
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I left 3 stems of red roses in the vase and arriving, I found them beautifully dried β 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?
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coconut ice cream π as sweet as warm heart, as cold as ignorance β the stick is made of sugarcane
Make bread and butter
Special
Among ordinary days
Even if itβs
Just by differently spreading
Butter on the bread.
Finding ordinary special
Is where blessings reside.
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a bite or two to thank life for everything
Queueing clear glasses
Line up to contain liquid.
Freshening the hope.
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glasses
Salt and pepper tell
Taste needed or tongue craving.
Itβs two to tango.
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salt and pepper
Itβs salt and pepper
Seasoning life with some taste.
Spicing up the dreamsβ
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salt and pepper
Rested then proven,
This life gets detached through time
From whatβs dead by rain.
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succulent, plant that teaches me how to survive with little water
These memories swim,
Gliding through the wind, soaring.
You are everywhere.
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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.
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I have learnt how to genuinely respect my teachers and other human beings even more after learning meditation in Bali Usada β I humbly thank you, Pak Merta Ada. I bow to the divine in you and all my fellow Tapa Brata participants ππΌ
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 β hope health and calmness be granted to all of us β₯οΈ
Pak Ishak giving his testimony about the noble silence, Ibu Lady his wife video shooting him β 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 β yummy and fragrant when cooked
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Three of us stayed in bungalow #4 for 12 days of which in 1st-11th we didnβt 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 β they meditated 1.5 hours without changing position, I did but could not stop βngereogβ in the last 5 to 10 minutes.
My age doesnβt mean anything with these 2 ladies of harmonious mind.
See you again, my little sisters! Anicca! π
ngereog literally means performing reog dance; Tami used the word to describe someoneβs intense movement during meditation due to muscle stress π
Ibu Lady, Srimurni and I showered by the morning light right after morning meditation and no shower (yet) β Srimurni was one of those could not stop talking to me after the Tapa Brata π
pure friendship is such a magical bond π
rike jokanan 
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