The flowing rivers
Full with floats and mud blockingβ
My idea stuck.
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It takes space to bring creativity back like river needs cleaning and dredging to make it flow again.
Picasso, help meeeeee!
May all beings be happy.
Flowing
Tag: poet
Voice
The voice floats away,
Traveled to where dreams reside.
A gentle smile blooms.
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Lyrics are often more appealing than the musical composition in the song. They either compliment the composition or ruin it, at least to these ears.
Musical composition without good lyrics is good sleep without snoring. π΄π
Amazing Day
No day but today
The remembrance about you
Lives through melody.
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Amazing day is when my teacher said that my guitar playing is getting better. ππ½
There will be one day perfectly amazing when Coldplayβs Amazing Day is smoothly played along by me. Soon, soon!
Thank you, Sunday. Welcome, Monday.
Whatβs Behind Beauty
They live in the mud.
Flowers wanted. Story not,
Real beauty thatβs missedβ
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Dark and bright, two limits that often corrupt my perception of facts and so affect many plans. In fact both bring different strengths supplementally support my life.
What is it about? Oh, it is just about that night ride is cool and serene, morning ride is colourful and fresh.
In the dark I hear more; when itβs bright., I see more.
Hey! Riding morning makes skin darker! Damn right! πΏ
Salaam.
Senses
Whatβs real, Beloved?
Sensible? Whatβs sense? Those five?
Or six? What if more?
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good time
Good time, Beloved,
Sitting silently, centred.
Grazing on the timeβ
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Life is never bored of reciting how grand a name when zoomed in and how tiny its reality when zoomed out. Oh! It is the other way around, tiny when zoomed in and grand when zoomed out.
What is your name, dear? Deer!
Are you a buck or a stag? You donβt look like one. Or, you look like both?
Sheltered
The dark shelters you
From the dark behind the light.
Blinking starry eyesβ
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Vision sits silently through blinking light, on and off showing clarity of direction.
Thanks for everything.
Salaam. ππΌ
Go Jazz
Go jazz, Beloved
Improvise on your own path
Where hidden seeds grow.
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Jazz is like secret love, confusing and almost unknown at the first catch but wrapped in harmony through timeβ¦ and space? Seems space never takes my side. π
Jazz each day up!
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To The North Star
Forward, Beloved,
To the North Star. Ride the wind.
Ignore the thunders.
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Yellow
How are you, Yellow?
Happiness, warmth, sunshine, or
Other perfect fits.
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Nature never fails to convince me that all are beautiful given appropriate angles. Not all love winter but with the yellow crocus growing in the middle of white snow, who will say no?
Yellow isnβt my favourite colour but the yellow crocus is one of those Iβm wanting to see with naked eyes to witness Mother Earthβs generosity even in its coldest period.
May time lets me explore more places on earth.
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SIN – May 25, 2022 / 21:57
Coming Out of The Dark
Did you see the light
Or the dark? Or both? Or none?
Now you see the light.
Light above light. Layers of light. Spectrum of light. What is light? Is it the radiation? Is it the brightness? Is it the wavelength? Is it the source? Or what?
It is whatβs defined but at the same time what is not definable. It is what is seen but at the same time what is not visible.
May all beings be happy.
Here – May 25, 2022 / 20:15
Taken for Granted
For granted I take
The green, the blue and the red
Until they turn grey.
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Sometimes Iβm thankful that Iβm not given opportunity to have children. I canβt imagine what playfulness and nature exploration they will have in their future with very minimum real nature around. Iβm thankful. π₯°
Sometimes Iβm broken-hearted that Iβm not given opportunity to have children. I canβt agree on how some people raise their children. I egotistically imagine how well I would raise them to be human-respecting and nature-loving generation in the family tree. Iβm selfish. π
Meanwhile Iβm always feeling lucky to be me, born when and where nature was willing to introduce her excessive bounties, grew up when and where human interaction was real and warm, working when and where human right and environment protection is a paramount topic. Iβm blessed. π₯°
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How Was The Day
After one Monday,
Throw laughter before Tuesday.
Or at least a smile,
That draws a line on a face,
That strengthens steps miles away.
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Laughter brings brightness. It carves good mood. It (hopefully) enables longevity.
Amazing Day
Amazing day, Love,
Completing whatβs committed
Without supervised
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Weekend is amazing with completing a pile of clothes. What a nice closure before Monday.!
Thank you, Life! I love hand washing and ironing. Seriously! As long as it is not a paid job. π
Welcome, Monday!
Money
Money
Count it
Save it
Spend it
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Whatever wanted,
Decided
Through a nature
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They grow together.
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What a show!
It gives relief
And chokes
At the same.
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Hey, Money!
Youβre so genuinely
Mirroring me.
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One wise friend told us that money will not change a human being into a good one; it only resonates what is.
Look at Scrooge McDuck. He may be naturally greedy and stingy. When he has all those dollars and coins, he doesnβt even pay Donald Duck decent salary as an employee who is at the same time his relative. His money resonates his nature!
Look at Belle. She may be naturally kind and intelligent in a small village. When she becomes the wife of a rich Beast, she is kind in even larger society. Wealth resonates her nature!
Undeniably the only matter most people want to dive in after water is probably money. It makes life breathable they said. Hilariously true, paradoxical.
Note: Money, a non discriminative belief system that will either makes someoneβs life truly meaningfully valuable or vaguely temporarily luxurious. Our choice! Remember that $100 here is $100 there, no matter what oneβs ethnic groups, race, religion, age, gender, sexual orientation, political interest, etc is.
May all beings be happy.
Sunset
Sunset, Beloved,
Gliding, hiding in the night
Blanketing the dayβ
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Night and day are protecting each other, a complete package, a balance of duality.
Happy weekend! π
Star
A star, Beloved,
A face gleaming in blue tears
Dried by the north wind
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Kite
A kite, Beloved,
A bird all wings soaring highβ
Rain, donβt fall too soon.
A kid is running, laughing.
Peaceful sky, joyful earth. Here.
Singapore – May 19, 2022 / 00:26
Smile
A smile, Beloved,
Not to or for. Itβs just there,
A ready bounty.
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All the lyrics and the music β lyrics were recited, music was listened to. Those lyrics and music were so beautiful that they invited the best smile of the day. A smile that appeared like a good shape coming out of a foggy morning in the moorland. Until some reality struck, telling that those were directed more to a head than a heart, and to somewhere else.
Uh oh!
Well! A smile must still be kept. It is a grace, an alms, a bounty, a gift, a bonus, an appreciation; or from hidden wisdom formed through sedimentation of things annoyed yet forgiven. Or probably a smile is a package of lyrics and music β sweetly flowing. Aaah! Must be appreciated!
Put a best smile on the face and world will smile, too.
May all beings be happy.
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Time Zones
Time zones, Beloved,
Limit spaces with blurred ends.
Illusion that jails.
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One hour makes things different.
Dear, timeβ¦. Thanks for the space you just gave for whatβs called holiday. Please bless me with nice pace and good vibe again and again like always.
If I forget about your kindness, please remind me gently as Iβm fragile. If I take you for granted, please remind me that Iβm traveling between your two points: start and end.
Thanks again.
Me that is blessed with both negative and positive yet trying to balance at the zero β£οΈ
Farmer
Farmer, Beloved,
Waiting for the rain and wind
Patiently with love.
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Imagine our world without farm and farmer. Famine, thirst, drought, dead soil, dullness, colourlessness, so bored and ugly!
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May all beings be happy.
Amazing Day, Today
Today, Beloved,
Filled with laughter of past times.
Bitter was, sweet isβ
Time doesnβt heal. It turns taste,
Look. All is well. All shall pass.
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Rendezvous with my best people, those who are always with ears to listen and to be listened to, with tongue to twist bitterness to wisdom, with foolishness to laugh at whatβs not even funny but needing some appreciation.
Some people are amazing with just one reason called trust.
Blessed to have them.
Holiday is getting shorter. Letβs slow the steps and insert more meaningful conversations before it halts.
May all beings be happy.
TA – May 12, 2022 / 11:46am
Good Morning from Mother Nature
Mother, Beloved
Sheβs giving more than taking
No end since morning.
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This morning I saw my mother cleaned our slim long patch of plants and Mother Nature showed the beauty along the patch. Many herbs and flowers are presenting their prime time. Some of them are preparing their exhibit and yields. Many of them are of no bloom after last month.
I didnβt help her. Let her enjoy the cleaning, let me take some pictures. π
Some neighbours passed by and greeted us, exchanging some light chat about the neighbourhood. One of them came to us bringing a bowl of nasi jagung (steamed corn grain) before she went teaching.
A short visit with long lost warmth of a real neighbourhood
May all beings be happy.
and so onβ¦.
Indonesia – May 10, 2022 / 07:28am
You? Where?
You? Where, Beloved?
The omnipresent through air,
Undefined calmnessβ
Breeze that caresses the leaves.
Breath that blows prayer for you.
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Blinding Light
Blinding, Beloved,
Light when too bright. Dimly bright
Suits these eyes searching
Luminosity and cracks
Following path to a homeβ
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Sometimes light disturbs eyes because its intensity is way too high than whatβs expected or needed by the eyes. eyes can only tolerate and work well with enough light. So the more isnβt always the better.
May all beings be happy.
If Iβm Missed, β¦.
Iβm a nut
In a gigantic machine.
Even if Iβm missed,
The machine still works wonder.
And so be it.
Iβm a grain of sand
In a far vast sand dune.
Even if Iβm missed,
The land still spreads wonder.
And so be it.
Iβm a drop of water
In a cask of wine.
Even if Iβm missed,
Youβre still having happy hour.
And so be it.
Iβm one in billions
In this spinning plane.
Even if Iβm missed,
It wonβt mean less greater.
And so be it.
Life is so fragile
Yet so dense
Like a spider web
Wrapping a prey
Before itβs dissolved
Awayβ¦.
And
You are
Written in this tiny matterβ
β¦.. so be it.
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Temasek – May 4, 2022 / rainy morning, 4:50
Spread of The Day
A wise teacher said:
If you have a space for shelter,
A plate of rice for meal,
A job for a living;
Thatβs when youβre blessed.
I couldnβt say a word
To deny.
Itβs true
And
Only true.
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Enjoy!
Different Days for One Date
I learn
Life is about counting gates of moments.
Itβs not what I celebrate,
Itβs how I celebrate.
They call it this,
I call it that,
Itβs a day dyed with red, blue, yellow
Yet
Really the day wonβt describe its own color when asked.
One more day to celebrate!
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Itβs not unusual Ramadhan is closed on different days by different groups of Muslim esp. in big country like Indonesia. One group may close Ramadhan on 29th day, the other on 30th. Itβs not a big deal (although some noisy people like to debate about it) but itβs not simple things to explain. Overall the difference is due to 2 different methods of seeing the crescent moon visibility in the horizon – one group is using mathematical astronomy (computation), the other physical observation (telescope).
This year most of my family in Indonesia celebrated the Eid yesterday, I in Singapore today.
Without further adoβ¦.
Celebrate moments that are given in life including this festivity. Every moment is a gate to another moment before entering the next gate of moment. After entering Ramadhan gate, now Syawal gate, whatβs next? Any should be simply a gate to start or to restart or to continue.
Gate after gate before finally the grandest gate β©
once moreβ¦
Selamat Hari Raya Idul Fitri 1443H
Warm Snow
Hi, Purple Crocus.
You must have been hugged by snow,
Now rise joyfully.
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How is it possible for a seed to grow if not because of a warmth hug from Mother Earth blanketed by white snow?
May all beings be happy.
Iβm so blessed with such a looooong weekend that I say it again and again and wonβt stop playing with colours.
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Roses
Roses, Beloved
Gift born by Mother Nature.
A beau with sharp thornsβ
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When you love a flower, let it stay in its tree until it passes away by the warmth of the day prince and the coolness of the night queen. It deserves nothing but appreciation; admiration is too fake for a shirt life of a rose.
Weekend, weekend! Very looong weekend!
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