Dolls dance following the rhythm of the carver’s breath. Standing ovation—
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graphs of my Universe
Dolls dance following the rhythm of the carver’s breath. Standing ovation—
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Armchair sits in a corner in silence enjoying the breeze. Serene—
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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.

There’s home that’s 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 foundation…. 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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There’s 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 (الْمَلٰٓئِكَةِ) literally meaning “power that governs”. In Islamic tradition the “power that governs” are grouped based on what type of assigned power they govern that are many and one of them is “power to govern protection”.
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 doesn’t matter to me. That they exist and follow the assigned “power to govern” 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. 😁
Listening to heart…. 💗
Salaam.

Does heaven and earth exist other than in a lover’s 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 Elmo’s fire!
Water!
No.
No water for St Elmo’s fire.
A good omen.
Amen! Amen!
St Elmo’s 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! 💗
😊
About another St Elmo’s 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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There’s always blessing counted through breathing. Close eyes, the air prays for you.
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Days hum with a smile,
Swiping hours of hunger
Leaving only joy.
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Romance is a dimmed space under a dome bedazzled with glowing stars.
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Get home, sweetly smile seeing beauty greets softly. How are you, my love?
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The rose apple is pink enough to be harvested. It’s the right time.
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About Lucy Van Pelt
Or I call it this, they call it that. It is it. Pronouns that fool around—
Some know, like telling. Some know, don’t tell enjoying the fun of knowing—
Some names are easy. Some are hard. All refer to one uttered many.
Some are fooled with words, some with views, lots with both. Few are clear with both
Which one is called a blessing? Ah…. Choose a door and say your oath.
Salaam.
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We are all
Full time travelers
Visiting space of everywhere
Staying in faraway nowhere
Oh, Beloved.
Listen to the whooshing comets
Telling you flash news
About your singing heart.
Oh, Beloved.
Look at the satellites
Showing you hopes and vibes
About your cheering head.
We are all
Full time travelers
Finding space called a home
Among houses that were loomed.
Found!
After lost—
Thank you, Love.
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Super charged young boys can beat super charged old champs just with light laughter.
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How busy you are
Both
Covering
What should not
Be covered.
I am watching
Merrily
With a sweet smile
From
My sweet heart.
If it is true,
Show the world
With no shame,
No pretension.
Or else….
You both
Live in fake
False life
Full with false
Fake smiles.
How busy you are
Both showing me
Only me
While hiding
From most of the world.
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A shadow haunts me.
How peaceful and safe knowing
One’s walking nearby.
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Life pace gets faster,
Food follows the same pattern.
Time and space collide.
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My nephews always want fast food. They said it is good and fast. On the contrary I am not a big fan of fast food. So we always go to fast food restaurants first for them to eat then they’ll drive me to local restaurants for mine.
It takes longer time but giving fair treatment to all fellow travelers are the right thing to do.
Salaam.
😘



Old bone works so hard
To chase young heart. Worth doing
For meaningful life—
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Morning gives her vibe with fragrance of dews to start a day that is bright.
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