Healthy sight sees bright
That blurs by cloud of the heart.
Clean it with blessed soul.
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Osaka Castle behind the bush ð

Osaka Castle back side ð before short rain

Osaka Castle behind the pine tree ððž after short rain
graphs of my Universe
Healthy sight sees bright
That blurs by cloud of the heart.
Clean it with blessed soul.
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Osaka Castle behind the bush ð

Osaka Castle back side ð before short rain

Osaka Castle behind the pine tree ððž after short rain
Busy explaining
Busy pretending
Busy threatening
Busy flexing
Busy building whatâs hiding
Forgetting whatâs to be true.
Ah!
Thatâs normal
As Iâm a human being.
Time has come to being human
Maybe one more week
Or one twilight
Or months
Time can be so biased
For me who is
Busy being someone else.
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Rike, try this one! youâre too busy with the deep fried, this one is healthier and thereâs egg your fave ðĨĒ
The longing has gone
Too far left by trueness.
No plate is prepared,
No wish is grown,
No intelligence is to decipher message
As heart is numb by laughter
And ridicule.
No number symbolises,
No alphabet pronounces,
All are faded away.
Thereâs only mine on its way.
Dandelion,
Bring it fly
To where it roots beauty,
Peace and eternity.
Only love remains
For the journey
That appreciates
Not a point
That fades away.
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iâve met dandelions in many different spots; all of them are blooming new dreams, totally new, leaving the blur ones â prayer heard and soon coming true ð
All are grown blessing,
Making days more radiant
Without prejudice.
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Flowers donât envy others just because of colours, shapes, fragrance and/or sizes. They just bloom without prejudice blessing whoever seeing, smelling, touching, feeling, listening to the description.
Be blessed by flowers even those of grasses.
Salaam.
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gerbera, ranunculus and the gang ð

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Pink joy greets in breeze
Showering earth with blessings
Of cherry petals.
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a surprise at the gate! ðĨ°

trust me it made my day! ð

showered earth ð

neighbourâs sakura ð

thanks for the blessings!

thanks for the blessings!

thanks for the blessings!

thanks for the blessings!

thanks for the blessings!
Their eyes see pig pink.
She sees cherry blossom pink.
Pink can be anything, anywhere.
Not anyone though sees beauty in pink.
My heart is red
Yet it feels ever pink.
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cherry blossoms along JR Kobe Line ð â almost ten times visiting Japan and this is my very first experience of cherry blossoms
All is best
Like all is well
In someoneâs hands
At give time.
Donât waste any second.
If you have slight time,
Smile like seeing heaven.
It is best
Always.
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my best smile this sleepy morning ðĨ°

other than the precision manufacturing, this is one of best products of Japan! never disappointed with one ð
Blossom, welcome her
Among tasks and assignments
So she smiles and blooms.
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The way we thank for the work we do is by doing our very best for the work we do. There is no other way. Give our better best everyday for the work has given us their best.
Salaam.

cherry blossoms!

more cherry blossoms!
If she says
Love is the only gift,
It is still inaudible
As the doors are all closed
And that room is air-tight.
Unheardâ
Even if she screams,
What flies back
Is smooth and soft echo,
The bouncing waves
From a solid wall.
Beautifulâ
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peace can be as simple as reading vague messages without trying to understand as guessing is not a good habit ð
Mosquitoâs smiling
At a girl grinning of itch.
A mutual joyâ
â

i used to learn how to not smile at those at the other side of the table; back to smile after some years â i can lose in some negotiation but i wonât let them smile more genuinely than i do ð i grin actually
Veggies on the plate
Tease eyes and brain to gobble
Quickly silently.
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Selamat Berbuka Puasa ð
I should have eaten more slowly and experienced each and every taste with my palate. There should have been no sensation missed: sweet, bitter, salty, sour, gurih (umami). Donât forget hot and cold.
Alhamdulillah.
Salaam.

yesterdayâs Ramadhan breakfast (ifthar): boiled veggies, spicy tuna, boiled egg

todayâs: nasi bakar (grilled rice with squid and stinky beans wrapped in banana leaf), boiled veggies, left-over of spicy tuna, grated mango and bangkuang rujak*
Rujak â Rujak (Indonesian spelling) or Rojak (Malay spelling) is a salad dish of Javanese origin, commonly found in Indonesia, Malaysia and Singapore. The most popular variant in all three countries is a salad composed of a mixture of sliced or grated fruit and vegetables served with a spicy palm sugar dressing. It is often described as tangy and spicy fruit salad due to its sweet, hot and spicy dressing made from ground chilli, palm sugar and peanuts.
Bengkoang (Indonesian spelling) or Bangkuang (Malay spelling) is jicama turnip.
My version of rujak: chilli, palm sugar, tamarind and a pinch of salt
What gift is not wrapped?
Blooming flowers in April.
Warm and colourfulâ
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she is sitting next to the shower so she is generously bathed twice a day

balcony gang ð watered once in three days plus some blessings from the rain

at the corner of the shower room, behind the glass door so she doesnât bath too often ð but still blooming ð
Is life abundant?
She asked.
They said,
When you have everything.
She walked away,
There was never everything
In imperfection.
She says.
Life is generous.
They say,
Because you have everything.
She walks away,
There is never perfection
In everything.
Life is abundant,
She agrees.
They ask,
Do you have everything? You are not perfect.
She walks away,
There is always perfection
In anything imperfect.
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anger has long gone but sadness is still lingering like a hungry fox hunting a chicken ð yet life is so generous to me offering sweet imperfection and simplest perfection that might be just a dream for those perfect perfection â so thank you as always! ð

giving myself time and space to live again ð
Where is sun when sets?
Where is moon in the day light?
They share love through time.
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Interaction is about reciprocity; even when we are alone, we are interacting with some tool of life or with the deep self within.
When it is not reciprocated, interaction is not genuinely true.
Salaam.

a grandma with her grandson

a mother with her son

family gathering

feeding two grandsons

letâs climb!

hi, dove! said the little boy

whatâs in the water? said he

bubbles!!!

what is that over there? ahh hope! âšïļ

am i your headache? no, you are my universe ð

donât move, just smile! someone is taking our picture âšïļ

she is asking her cam to see what she sees ððž

our daughter is playing, i am sitting near her

hey! clear up! i am gonna land!

electrocution my a**! ð
Every weekend
This heart multiplies.
They wander
Everywhere
Through music, pictures, poems and prayers
Sending peace
And love
That might not be
Returned.
What a sweet weekend!
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although youâve targeted me with uncertainty, (pic: Banksyâs)

although you prefer war (pic: Banksyâs)

although you ignorantly hijack the love, (pic: Banksyâs)

sweet heart is still what you deserve,

no missile but beautiful heart should be sent to you (pic: Banksyâs)

freshened and showered with warm heart is your right

at the end a bunch of flowers will be thrown to you (pic: Banksyâs)

hahahahaâĶ. i am always laughed by my best friends for constantly being âlove sickâ (pic: Banksyâs)
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Choiceâs falling star
Brightened in a quiet dark night,
Orbited to earth.
respecting this family for their choice of happiness, knowing that i will never be able to do so
inspiring me to at least enjoy simpler life and to accept all blessings more happily
Is it the shadow
Or the real you show to me?
Distinguished beautyâ
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i canât remember which one is the shadow and which one is the real â i donât want to observe further to find which is which
what i know the castle is beautiful day and night ð
Is it tug of war
Or pendulum played within?
Two polar extremesâ
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decision making is about choosing

winning one interestâĶ

âĶ.and letting the other conform

there shall be a stop at one balanced point at which the momentum reaches its maturity or its exhaustion ð
A bubbleâs bursting,
United with the free air.
Would you please join me?
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Although Kyoto has a lot of impressive shrines, my favourite is not there. Mine is Izumo Taisha in Shimane prefecture about 343 km from Kyoto.
When visiting other shrines in Japan, I was so aware of being in Japan. In Izumo Taisha I got home: sunny, green, serene and unexplainably blissful. There were many visitors but my senses didnât absorb their presence as if the hot air and bright light muffled their noise and wrapped me in a safe bubble bursting when my last step left the shrine front gate.
Romantic!

a long walk from the gate to the shrine â i remember it was a scorching hot day in August 2018 and i was humming while walking ð

ablution, my daily ritual that i find also so soothing in Japan shrine especially in Izumo Taisha

torii ð a gate to the shrine yard

this is Izumo Taisha! ð

shimenawa (sacred straw rope)

i only go to this coffee shop with my colleagues, but i wholeheartedly believed drinking Starbucks coffee was a nice thing; only in Izumo! right outside the shrine complex
Castles small or big
Stand on a hill among trees
Wave to the white clouds.
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Matsue Castle, from afar (2018)

Matsue Castle, closer view (2018)
there is no reason to not thank life for making me me; with all the ups and downs, zig-zagging, winding roads, flood and quake, fake and genuine people around; i survive and become more and more relaxed â like Matsue Castle, my life is small, humble but strong enough and sweetly suitable for me ð
She builds a castle
Protecting and comforting.
Illuminatedâ
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Nagoya Castle under the moonlight (2014)

Nagoya Castle under the sunlight (2014)
wishing to explore another castle soon ð
Last night
I dreamt
All white.
Today the dreams
Come true.
White is paper
On which I write,
With which I hope,
Through which I walk,
By which I am guided.
White is that
I trust,
Love,
Respect,
Witness.
I will be white
Even if it is broken.
Broken whiteâ
That is more
Than just enough.
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Wear white and youâll feel good!
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in outer from Hanoi; white is good even in the dark

in a white short-sleeve kebaya from Uluwatu Handmade Balinese Lace

parang in white from Batik Baronggung, Tulungagung, my motherâs town ð

white linen is a simple comfort

white apparel makes me feel good ðĨ° the white hair does too ðĪĐ

feel good as good as white dreams flying to find their home ð
Hello, Sun
Today is your day.
Be bright.
Be warm.
Be nice to whomever is home.
Taste delicious.
Taste good.
Taste homy to whomever is lost.
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weekend is about waking up late with selfie ðĨą

cooking whatever i want ð

(re)watching movies while cooking â iPad is forced to perch on the plate rack ð
I thought I am kind
But no,
Dogs are kinder.
I thought I am strong
But no,
Dogs rock my heart.
I thought I am me
But not
Yet.
Dogs know who they are,
They live as dogs
As they are.
I live as what I want to be,
Even
When being inhumane human
Is what gives me benefits.
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watched this movie in todayâs flight and cried â how dogsâ life is more genuine than mineððž

Haw! ð
Theyâre flying
Around colours and shapes
In a garden
Where the gliding fragrance
And dripping nectars
Invite them
To celebrate
One phase
Before the next.
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in Subak, Ubud wearing new clothes from Sukawati market (only for SGD30) and butterflies in my tummy ð
There are two children
Living in one life, playing,
Generating joy.
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never want to lose the child within â theyâre the source of joy! ð
Thereâs a place in heart
Where things wonât be movedâ stay still.
Hidden eyes know where.
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a borrowed workstation today â oh, sambal super pedas! ðĪĐ

a (rather) messy work station tonight before slumberlandâ oh! cable everywhere! ð
I thought
I saw you
At the gate
But not.
I walked,
Am still walking
Deeper in
To a forest.
I thought
I would meet you
Somewhere
But not.
I saw you
Waving hand
To me
But not.
I run
To you,
You vanish
With a shadow.
I saw
Numbers around,
The shadow owns you
And brings you away.
I want to go back
To where I started;
But I am deeply lost
In a forest of you.
I stopped and saw a light.
I donât chase anymore.
Too much hide and seek.
Too many games.
I look up,
I look in,
I look forward
To a love within.
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i just want to sit down through this Ramadhan and find a string to tidy up all these scattered beads
Time is
Lightning striking
And thatâs it.
A patch
Of burnt earth is
A trace
Of surprise.
When we meet
Someday,
Ignore the time.
Letâs count it
With heart beats
And senses
That touch.
Let me fall
In love with
You
Over and over again
As long as
Time
Can be defined.
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is one chasing the other or the kite? it is love that makes both run and laugh, a kite that keeps the child within alive
picture from Pinterest
Blue is
Sky.
Blue is
Sea.
Blue is
You,
When smiling at me.
Blue is
Peaceful.
Blue is
Deep.
Blue is
Bruised by
You ignoring me.
Blue is
Seen.
Blue is
Felt.
Blue is
Angel you sent to me.
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peaceful sky that lullabies â i slept almost the whole flight

i thought of changing to 44A but decided to keep 47AâĶ

âĶ. only to find that my seat number is the number of gate we disembarked ðŠķ
i am superstitious ð
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