Trees dance in the wind,
Send love messages through leaves.
Colours of autumnโ
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beautiful as my eyes claim ๐
graphs of my Universe
Trees dance in the wind,
Send love messages through leaves.
Colours of autumnโ
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beautiful as my eyes claim ๐
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.
Donโt be a star,
It is born,
It dies.
A seen star is thousands years of its historyโ
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 ๐
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
Wishingโฆ
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 ๐

free from suffering

โฆ. and also to you across the ocean โฅ๏ธ
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
โ ใใใใจใใใใใพใ ๐
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 โ 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 ๐ as sweet as warm heart, as cold as ignorance โ the stick is made of sugarcane
Make bread and butter
Special
Among ordinary days
Even if itโs
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.
Itโs two to tango.
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salt and pepper
Itโs salt and pepper
Seasoning life with some taste.
Spicing up the dreamsโ
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salt and pepper
Rested then proven,
This life gets detached through time
From whatโs 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 โ I humbly thank you, Pak Merta Ada. I bow to the divine in you and all my fellow Tapa Brata participants ๐๐ผ

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 โ hope health and calmness be granted to all of us โฅ๏ธ

Pak Ishak giving his testimony about the noble silence, Ibu Lady his wife video shooting him โ 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 โ 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 didnโt 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 โ they meditated 1.5 hours without changing position, I did but could not stop โngereogโ in the last 5 to 10 minutes.
My age doesnโt mean anything with these 2 ladies of harmonious mind.
See you again, my little sisters! Anicca! ๐
ngereog literally means performing reog dance; Tami used the word to describe someoneโs intense movement during meditation due to muscle stress ๐

Ibu Lady, Srimurni and I showered by the morning light right after morning meditation and no shower (yet) โ Srimurni was one of those could not stop talking to me after the Tapa Brata ๐
pure friendship is such a magical bond ๐
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.
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โM 48th tomorrow. โVe 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. Itโs 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.
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Wibisana, a room that offers calmness โ 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 โ this Puri is where my mind does rest

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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.
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beautifully ready for melukat this morning to clean and clarify my life intension and for my dearest nephew โฅ๏ธ now his wish for melukat is fully paid โ live happily in the other side, my dear ๐ 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 โ no, I donโt like crowd ๐๐ผ donโt bring me to noisy parties!
Life is a grand stage,
Performance is its main course,
I am dining out.
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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!
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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 โ 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.
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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 natureโs 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.
Understoodโ
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reminding me of how strong love can bond a heart to a dream that wonโt come true โฅ๏ธ
dear heart, releaseโฆ. the logic will never let you win ๐๐ผ
Mountain and ocean
Between which the heart resides
Call the soul for home.
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World will not tell her
How to slow. It just moves on
And counts each moment.
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back to back trips, luggage is all packed โ 2 weeks then 1 week then 2 days
am I always ready to go? physically yes, but my soul still wants to linger in this plane
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Diagonally
Between axes: x and y.
Dynamic and freeโ
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Batik Parang Rusak
As one of the oldest patterns in Java island, “batik parang” is loaded with wisdom of life. Designed by one VVIP in Mataram, Panembahan Senopati, it is not surprising that this pattern is considered special and sacred.
Parang was previously a “larangan” pattern meaning that this pattern was allowed to wear only by royal family in certain occasion/function. Nowadays it is worn by anyone loving it; yet in Java island almost no one will wear it for wedding functions — most Javanese believe that wearing batik parang will bring negative impact and disputes among the family of the bride’s and groom’s and/or bring inharmonious life to the marriage.
The word “parang” was adopted from the word “pereng” that means the slope or the cliff of a mountain/hillside or the steep of a shore so that is why it is diagonally structured. The word “lereng” is also used to name this batik to show the same meaning with โperengโ.
Basic shape of “parang” pattern is an “S” connecting to one another with an angle of 45 degree. This signifies unbroken wavy lines. They are silently moving like waves that are able to move anything at certain level of the ocean surface. The waves will move as long as there are winds. The winds will not stop as long as there are movement of pressures in the air. And the pressures will sustain as long as there are celestial bodies especially the sun interacting with the earth. Forever — until death do us apart.
Some people say “parang” also means “perang” or war in Englihs but I am not into that discussion. Linguistically “parang” should never be “perang” in Javanese. It just happened to be historically told that this โbatik parangโ was worn by soldiers returning from war (โperangโ in Javanese) to show the king that they won. So, it doesn’t suit my logic to call โparangโ as โperangโ.

Parang Barong handmade, my collection from โBarong Gungโ, an original brand from Tulungagung
From all symbols I agree above, I’ve learnt lessons from “batik parang”.
Here it is.
1. Don’t give up
Like waves in the ocean, we should not stop. Just feel the winds and move. FInd your wind and move unstoppably! Live like moving waves, playfully and flexibly responding to the different pressure of air. Push the ships to destination shore. Let the pressure be an activating force, not a demotivating factor.
2. Sustain
Connecting S — it is unbroken S’ surfing on the waves. Good behaviours and attitude generated from objective contemplation and reflection should sustain. It takes a good management system to sustain good practices in an institution including life.
Let’s make a management system more human-based. ๐
There should be values adopted by a human being — no value, no valuable life.
Values in life (useful link): https://liveboldandbloom.com/11/self-improvement/values-in-life
From the values there is born a boundary. If I value friendship, I will make sure I act as a fair friend to everyone around me. What is fair: take and give (might not be 50/50 but I won’t be happy if it is imbalanced 70/30 and above, and never about material needs sharing).
From the boundary there will be discerning of pros and cons. If I set a boundary, I am listing a do’s and don’ts based on the pros and cons around my boundary. From the do’s and don’ts, there shall be born priorisation of action. You can do this but not that. You can do this first, that later.
From the prioritation of actions there shall be a materialization of consistent decision to choose preferred actions. And….
… The preferred actions are to be observed and surveilled. Who observes or surveils? And how?
Who: Ourselves, our family, our friends, our community, our environment, angels, god and godess, universe, ultimate creator.
How: through re-evaluation of values — this it tricky as it can be as easy as making immediate decision of the day or as complicated as trial and error the whole life
Then go back to setting boundary, etc, etc…. A cycle of self love ๐
Management system (useful link): https://www.iso.org/management-system-standards.html

2 pieces of collection from Batik Keris โ it is a printed batik, not handmade (black: modern Batik Parang; white: Batik Parang Sekar Jati)
3. Agility, Noble Ideals & Loyality
Agility: Only when I am agile, I can surf the waves of life. My life is not others’ life so the waves are not the same. Your waves might be taller than mine but they might not make you higher quality than me if you don’t develop agility to surf your life; as a result my life seems easier and nicer although I have to deal with more beasts below my wave while you have nothing under yours. And of course vice versa– ๐
Noble Ideals: Only those having values can believe with noble ideals. And having noble ideals make human beings believe that whatever situation life gives them, there are always meanings to deploy. And it is meanings in life that make human beings live with no regret although they know that their role in this vast universe is just a tiny teeny weeny mini (almost unseen) dot.
Loyalty: Only if I am loyal to my values, I can sustain life. The life I run might not be the most dreamt one; yet it is the best-suited one for me with all the pluses and minuses.

my collection of handmade Batik Parang coloured in natural colouring agents from Mbak Izzah, the daughter in law of Ibu Tien the best batik artisan from Imogiri
Care to try wearing โbatik parangโ? ๐
Salam.
My friends are plants grown in a garden called
My heart.
Grow as you wish.
As you are.
There are only two rules here:
Be you responsibly
And root strongly.
Otherwise, youโll
Get weak
Then withered.
And
Dry
Then....
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I wrote a poem in Bahasa Indonesia in my iPhone about FRIENDS while enjoying todayโs lunch: And just now when opening Twitter, I found a thread about 12 levels of friends described in Arabic.
My day is summed up!
All is connected.
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Some words are spicy
Touching sense with its slight heat.
A silo of joyโ
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not spicy enough yet fully healthful โฅ๏ธ
How many stones, Love
Do I have to leap and count?
Iโm happy. To homeโ
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my days are like stepping stones to leap for home
Heavenโs now and here,
Below blue crystal clear dome,
Green carpet beneath--
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mini tropical heaven
A limit is lines
Where start and finish collide.
Saved energy modeโ
Strength isnโt your arms.
Itโs your heart, singing anthem
To be a true self.
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this fellow truly reminded me to keep the faith of being a true self ๐
Red in redroses
Overflowing to this heart,
As red as rosesโ
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bright side

dim side
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