graphs of my Universe
Torii, Beloved,
Opening from here to here
To be entered now—
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I’ll always make tomorrow morning inevitable in life like a torii that connects here now and another here now. These happy steps are walking from torii to torii, with another pair of steps inevitably aligning with me.
Salaam.
💝
Negative, Beloved,
New paradigm that builds life;
Breathing is blessings.
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I thought that virus was reluctant to approach me until that funny doctor said bitterly to me last week “The Gov will SMS directly to you but these sudden symptoms give me a hint. Take care.”
After some inconsistent (+) and (-), being a lethargic patient (the virus pulled all muscles down) and a slow thinker (MZ sent me a confusing email of mine) of home quarantine, I’m back to my own self!
Thanks for toning this pride down. I was not that healthy.
Thanks for curing me. I’m dependent on You.
💝
Shanghai, Beloved,
A pearl wrapped in gloomy smog,
A dream with no sleep—
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Dear World, you’ll get better. Or else, please hide your ugly faces from me for just a while.
Sending warm regards to MZ, RL and other Shanghainese ladies that I know in the modern Shanghai.
Happy weekend!
May all beings be happy.
💝
Nowhere, Beloved,
To depart. Wait for next train.
Look around and pray.
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Checking my old photos, I saw an almost forgotten one. A station that was giving me the most alarming experience in that trip.
Back in April 2017 I was in a solo travel for 20 days in EU region when the train from Lyon left me no choice but changing train in Bourg-en-Bresse. It was rainy and windy, almost 5pm local time, some passengers got off with me but all of them went out of the station (perhaps to go home) and only I stayed to wait for the next train at 7:15pm.
For almost 45 minutes and no one was coming. A group of young men entered the other side of the railway. They sounded chatting and giggling. I tried to avoid looking at them. It was my first time feeling insecure in the trip.
I continued reading my book (now pretending) as I felt so uneasy with the noise across the lines.
“Hi! Lady!” I looked around. No woman but me. Damn! They called me.
I didn’t say anything, my eyes looked back to my book.
“Hi! Hi!” Don’t say anything, Rike. Don’t look at them. My left hand slowly moved down to my Swiss knife in the inner pocket of the jacket.
Only prayer in heart and some strategies that were taught by my brothers on how to use the Swiss knife and simple kicks to defend myself from bad guys.
“Lady!” They shouted at me more loudly after some time.
“Lady!” The guys laughed out loud among their French words. I saw them waved their hands to me. They whistled at me. I wondered why no one was here but those guys. In my country there are always many people selling things around railway station. There are always tricycle riders moving around.
When those guys got even merrier and happier, I saw a shadow moved the tall doors behind the guys.
A tall black lady drew a trunk and went across line 1 to line 2 and to line 3 where I was almost ready to hurt any of the guys if they approached me.
The guys stopped their noise. The lady walked towards me.
I didn’t feel better. This lady could stop the guys’ laughters and whistles, she must have been able to do stronger thing than that including killing me— I had to be alert!
“Hi! Going to Geneva?” A soft voice greeted me.
“Hi! Ya! Are you?”
“Yes! The train will arrive soon.”
“Thanks God!”
“No, it is just the schedule.”
😁
We eventually were sitting in the same cart. She was working in the UN headquarters and traveled back from personal leave. She said I was lucky to take this train, not later one that might have made me encounter with more men in the station unluckily often drunk.
“Thanks God!“
“No, you just need to choose the right timing.”
😁
I almost forgot that I met this smart wise tough lady. Wherever you are, Madam, I wish you good luck! Thank you for saving me with your timeliness.
Salaam.
Oh….
How
I
Miss
You
So
Yet dimensions have distanced us with invisible connection.
Oh….
How
I
Miss
You
So
Only wish and pray I can send through speechless wireless across the elements.
Oh….
How
I
Miss
You
So
Dream, dream, dream, dear love.
Life is but a dream.
I hope we visit each other
In each of our good dreams,
Before we wake up and together we stream.
Oh….
How
I
Miss
You
So
It doesn’t matter and it doesn’t count
Even how I miss you most; like a tiny penny in a billionaire’s account:
Missed and forgotten through space and time.
Oh….
How
I
Miss
You
So
It rains again which I love the most
As the longing for you gets swept away
By the water falling and gliding on the window: sweetly cold.
Oh….
How
I
Miss
You
So
….
Yet this stubborn heart
Still sings in silence
Alone with clear sweet voice
Without doubt
That someday this feeling will fade away,
Leaving a good memory through time and space.
Listen, this is an ode
To a secret love:
Oh….
How
I
Miss
You
So
—
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Broken clay jar, Love,
A love letter torn apart.
Message of a heart—
—
How broken you are, I will always love and respect you as a clay jar that records history and memory, in the hands of an ignorant they become waste and rubbish, in the hands of wise lessons and wisdom.
I’ll take your broken clay jar to kintsugi craftsmen in near future trip just in case they can also repair broken clay jar. 🤭
Otherwise, I’ll keep it in my mini cabinet of curiosity to be a reminder that a heart is so fragile or so broken and so worth handling with care.
Salam…. 🙏🏼
7, Beloved,
Oceans, mountains and heavens
Represent this joy!
—
Can’t move on from number 7. Thanks so much! 💝
Journey, Beloved,
Counting every blessed milestone;
Deletion of doubts—
—
My personal definition of Australia: where beer is consumed more than water. It might be wrong to others but that was what I saw with these very eyes with no doubt. 😎
I will win
In any battle.
My flag is rising
As high as the farthest star
Reaching you
Bravely!
In me is a girl who dares!
I’m brave!
Don’t try me!
I am….
Brave!
—
A gift, Beloved,
Pink star full of granted wish
What would you say, Self?
Thank you for this pretty gift.
She’ll spread the fragrance and vibe.
—
This life, Beloved:
Mysteriously composed,
Beautifully done—
—
This sight is defeated just by a sheet of paper. I can’t see what You can. I’m surrendering this self to…
You. 💝
Salam…
This love has a source
And so flowing with no stop
A blissful journey—
—
Blessed with bliss
Rest day, Beloved,
Befriending with long slumber
Cooling down the heat—
—
💤
Helianthus, Love,
Compliment from Mother Earth,
Beauty kept not plucked—
—
Morning, Beloved,
Summariser of senses
Foundation of days—
—
What morning can bring to a warm heart is always a bunch of sweet surprise.
Thank you!
Tulips, Beloved,
In joy they sway by the wind.
Daffodils do, too.
—
Hi, tulips. Hi, daffodils. Miss you, miss you…. 😘😘😘
These eyes, Beloved,
Sparkle behind a curtain
Hiding your shadow—
—
Thanks for these healthy eyes. 💝
Bi’rsweet, Beloved,
The way perfect life tastes;
Subtle craftsmanship—
—
It takes high skill to blend tastes. It takes perfect acceptance to enjoy the concoction presented; otherwise, just go fasting. 🙂
Welcome new week.
Say hi, Beloved,
To those making you feel good.
Life is abundant.
—
When very good plan and very bad weather collide, it takes just a breath to be back to feeling good mode.
Life is too abundant to consider a lost day a loss.
Blooming, Beloved,
Her delicate sword lilies
To adorn August—
—
Gladiolus: faithfulness and integrity
Happy weekend!
Balance, Beloved,
Steadily walking with you
Enjoying the sway—
—
When she is perfectly poised, life serves her the best.
Thank you!
Orange, Beloved,
Mixture of red and yellow;
Calmly encouraged
—
Orange is the color of joy and creativity. Orange promotes a sense of general wellness and emotional energy that should be shared, such as compassion, passion, and warmth. Orange will help a person recover from disappointments, a wounded heart, or a blow to one’s pride. (excerpted from BournCreative)
Thanks for today.
💝
Good fruits, Beloved,
Fresh, crunchy and colourful
Carved on her sweet smiles.
—
It’s a blessed night: fresh for the rain.
Nocturne, Beloved,
Desert at velvety nights;
Her hair is waving,
Where pitch and rhythm dangle
Sprinkling tones of a warm heart
—
Night is a sweet shelter that never complains whether I snore or sing or cry or laugh or play or work or just sit on the window nook.
Serene….
Equal, Beloved,
Weighing process and result
To find the unknown
—
Some Math teachers would be very particular about whether 6 is 3×2 (2+2+2) or 2×3 (3+3) in students’ homework. Conceptually mathematicians consider those two operations different. Yet to me as long as we find the solution, why catch a bullet and die?
🥰
Thank you, Beloved,
For being humble. Next time
Poke that brain with this.
—
Fly free, Beloved.
Go home when you understand
That you’re peace itself.
—
Dream is but a dove flying free and to go home when knowing who it is.
May all beings be happy,
Earrings, Beloved,
Catching envelops with wings
Flapping happily—
—
Dangling earrings are lovable! They give beautiful noise like songs of angels.
May all beings be happy. 💝
Blue sky, Beloved,
Where clouds swim before the rain,
Dreams play on the swings—
—
Bring me home to rest before next destination.
Thank you for the blessings. 💝
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