Thereโs a prancing deer
To tiger forgetting fear.
A striped bodyโs near.
Luck! The dear has magic ears.
It dashes and disappears.
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graphs of my Universe
Thereโs a prancing deer
To tiger forgetting fear.
A striped bodyโs near.
Luck! The dear has magic ears.
It dashes and disappears.
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It sways flexibly
In stormy days.
It grows calmly
In sunny days.
It roots perennially
In the meadow.
It sings;
It hums;
It mutes;
It sees;
It hears;
It touches;
It tastes;
It smells;
In silence
Perfectly.
It does well.
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Laughter is the breeze caressing the hair waving to the morning sun.
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A posting landed on my Instagramโs Home, it was Charlie Chaplinโs small details that are meaningful to me who love to laugh but often fail to make jokes. Most of my jokes are garing (crispy-dry, not funny; Bahasa Indonesia slang). ๐
Salaam.





Any day can be sweet with some setting on the tongue. Avoid chilli.
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Pink roses in a vase welcome seven cold guests, turning them to smiles.
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Silence sits among storm, wonโt sit in a temple. Sheโs been far away happy, leaving two love birds tweeting noisily.
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Some people donโt want happy ending for everyone but themselves and wonโt stop communicating their hostility in any other way even when they know they have won the game. Oh! Perhaps they never know what victory is, they misunderstand it with justification.
Salaamโฆ

Dear, day.
Do you know that I never stop waiting for you?
When my watch ticks a second,
My heart drips a note,
My pulse vibrates softly,
I know I am closer to you.
Dear, day.
Do you know that every part of you blesses me?
When morning breaks,
Noon flares,
Dusk fades to night,
I know the next you is waiting
For me.
Day oh day
Many I canโt understand,
Much I canโt decipher,
Little I can see,
Very few I can give
Yet I still hope
To meet you again.
Dear, day.
How I am blessed with family,
Gifted with friends,
Sufficed with this self,
You are still the one
Sung by this heart.
Sunday
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Saturday
All have been today
And never faded away.
I am blessed, day
With another you
In the best way.
And for you
I am grateful.
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This life is a library
Keeping all collections,
Reference to public,
Exclusive to a lover,
One lover.
The
Belovedโ
Read,
Beloved
Any scrolls
In this library.
Read,
Lover
The diaries
In the secret dungeon.
Read,
Beloved
With naked eyes, or
With any glasses on the shelves.
Read,
Lover
Through letters and numbers,
Shapes and colours.
Read,
Beloved
This library is open
As long as you are awake.
Read,
Lover
Before you sleep
When Iโll be reading you through.
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About the photo
Free will? What is that? This breath is what you blow in to me to love you.
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Realising more and more that her life is free of free will; she needs causes and reasons to do anything she does even for her brain to think about what things to think ofโ there is a bond invisible and invincible.
She surrenders to the bond. ๐
Happy weekend.
Salaam.

In a bright corner sheโs seen. The sun sends her light reflecting bright life.
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How many tastes can she experience in joy? 5 or 7?
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Realising that the best taste is not any of those 5 or 7; the best taste is only 1: to love. ๐
Days of love be likeโฆ










Friday, this bright light blinks to the eyes not stopping staring at the heart.
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Dolls dance following the rhythm of the carverโs breath. Standing ovationโ
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Armchair sits in a corner in silence enjoying the breeze. Sereneโ
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Is it lazed or slowed? The day seems long without you around the pink sky.
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Welcomed by a home with greenery to be cooked, she builds a sweet mood.

Thereโs home thatโs missed lingering around the heart. Let it in with joy.
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Reflection kills her night.
The tower dramatically sways,
Dancing with the street light,
Gleaming with the moonbeam.
She grabs a cloth
To wipe her mirror.
Oye, her little heart.
You need a janitor.
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There is memory shared around a round table at a starry night.
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Towers will mostly collapse of weak foundationโฆ. Or the strongest quake
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She travels light.
She brings a few packed
And you, in a locket
Kept safe with a chain
Worn around the neck
Reminding the traveler
That nothing is left.
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Thereโs fire kindled, prayer sung, fragrance bellowed in ceremony.
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A white lamb on the lap of a dreamer daydreams of her dreaming sweet.
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White foam on turquoise sweeps back to dark blue deeper to where secrets are.
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The wings are flapping sprinkling blessings through the air. Breathe them. Be blissful.
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In Arabic angel is called malaaikatun or malaaikah or simply malaaikat (ุงููู ูููฐูุฆูููุฉู) literally meaning โpower that governsโ. In Islamic tradition the โpower that governsโ are grouped based on what type of assigned power they govern that are many and one of them is โpower to govern protectionโ.
I always believe I am fully protected through the existence of the angels surrounding me although I am not interested to discuss about their form; people say angels have wings, others say they are made from light, some say malaaikah are systemic laws to run the universe, and so on and so forth. It doesnโt matter to me. That they exist and follow the assigned โpower to governโ is enough for me.
Only when we listen, we will hear. We will hear the songs of the angels, the songs of universe, the songs of the heart, the songs of the soul. I prefer my angels to sing jazzy songs in this end of long weekend. ๐
Listening to heartโฆ. ๐
Salaam.

Does heaven and earth exist other than in a loverโs smile? Yes. Dream.
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There is always first.
A tree greeting breeze and sky
Comes from minute seed.
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Water! Water!
St Elmoโs fire!
Water!
No.
No water for St Elmoโs fire.
A good omen.
Amen! Amen!
St Elmoโs fire!
Amen!
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New year again! Thanks so much for reaching this point like a plane (an inch to) landing smoothly. Seat belt still on! Airplane mode still on! Yet the pilot is smiling widely with fire in her heart brighter and brighter, no red anymore, now almost blue to white!
Count down! ๐
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About another St Elmoโs fire
Ing karma pala tan ana kang isa mlayu. Kudu ngunduh.
Nandure siji, thukule satus. Panene pitungatus.
Tan kena kinira, mung Gusti kang pirsa. Janma mung krida.
Anteping kalbu, tekating jiwa. Slamet
Ing kabeh mangsa.
Rahayu.
(geguritan Jawa)
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Thereโs always blessing counted through breathing. Close eyes, the air prays for you.
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