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Accessible Memories

Learning, Poetic, This Person
Deny all what’s not
Is a start where to find me.
Seed to be seedling,
Tree decayed, the decayed soil
Eaten by air. Who am I?

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Identity is a consequence of marriage. You marry the country, you’ll be a nationality but what if your passport expires? You marry a company, you become an employee but what if you retire? You marry a career, you are higher and higher but what if you are not promoted? You marry a clique, you become a friend but what if they kick you out?

You marry a person, you become a spouse then a mother then a grandmother, etc. You are a wife only to your husband. You are a mother only to your children. And so on.

What you have married brings you an identity. Layered identity is wrapping you.

You can marry as many as those to earn identity. You can’t be any of them forever and you can’t be with those you marry forever. None of them is permanent; there’s a time for each of them.

Are all those identities you? After living this long, I can confidently say NO.

I thought I was this body, but the body deteriorate. I thought I was the mind, but the mind is so inconsistent. I’m not even this name.

There must be a question inside that you can’t deny, dear Self. Who…. Are…. You?

The answer lies at one point of your cruise. Grab your apparatus and dive in your own deep ocean, Self.

Be alone some time either when alone or among the crowd, and naked in front of your own self. Deny all what’s not and find the truly you.

I love you, my dear self.

💝

Cool, Calm

Learning, life, Poetic, This Person
Curtain of water
Falls down from the sky. Earth says
Thanks for the blessings.

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Rain has come almost everyday making the heart comfy and calm. Rain has always strengthened any kinds of dreams about this life. Rain is always the trigger of productivity.

So, never go away, Rain.

Oops! My laundry, my laundry….!

🤪

these boys’ uniform reminds me of my childhood; in rainy days I would ignore umbrella and just ran home pushing the curtain of water 💝 hey, the boys were on the way to school not home that’s why they needed the “umbrella” 🥰

You’re The Scent

Learning, Poetic
Where are you, perfume?
Cask’s empty, you linger here
Yet nowhere to meet.
How long will you last? These breaths
Trace you through the moving air.

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What you can’t see doesn’t always not exist. What you can sense can’t always be understood.

Life is as simple as breathing in and out.

Salaam… 💞

breathing in and out of you, the scent of life

https://www.stylist.co.uk/life/return-anxiety-easy-breathing-techniques-reduce-stress-worry-lockdown-lifts/405356

Boundary

Learning, life, Map It!, Poetic, This Person, Those People
Green hedge keeps growing.
It’s beauty and protection,
Keeping bugs away.

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Some boundary should be set. Yes, it should. In certain situation it becomes a must.

When I was young, I used to think friendship ought to be taken for granted. This person’s young eyes were not sharp enough to recognise which was pure gold and which was gold-plated. Manipulation was never known by this mental dictionary. All smiles and good words were the same to me, they meant kindness.

After knowing what gold is, now it is clearer who should play in my garden of life a little bit deeper as real friends, those who can safe-keep more information about this precious journey. My smiles and good heart are free of charge for everyone, but beautiful green hedge with a humble strong gate will select who can enter the gate then the front door then living room then library then dining room then kitchen or finally to my bedroom. Not all are allowed to stay in for too long with privileges. Some couriers of messages or packages can only stay for one minute or two for the delivery then off they should go!

Boundary is not necessarily a fort. Beautiful plants around this home should be clearly understood that permission is required for guests to enter the premises.

I know when people don’t want me in their circle and that’s fine. So, I hope people know that my green hedge is the limit. Stepping on the line means violation and security alarm will go off.

Stop there, dear friends. Fix yourself before fixing others. Your experiences are not needed here. 😸

May all beings be happy.

picture from below link
A Perfect Hedge

Incredibly Dreamy

Learning, life, Poetic, This Person
Dream is more than true.
It’s alive in different world.
Sail, Dream. Sail to me.

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If you’ve got dreams, never kill them no matter how impossible they look, with one condition: they should be good dreams that don’t harm other creatures. Live with the dreams. Ship them to reality with all whispers and prays.

Dreams are standing in queue, waiting for the door to open up to them.

Just like my biryani!

I don’t mind throwing up biryani today. 😁

Salaam….

ya Allah, enak banget! 😂💝
💝
pressure cooker is needed for next cooking 😁
regret of not including the bone! next time better
I love this one! So fragrant and glazed 🥰
boiled basmati rice with some cinnamon bark and Indian bay leaves – I shouldn’t have put the saffron at this stage 🥰
a bit too much yoghurt in, next time better 🥰
herbs and spices, one was left not taken picture the garan masala
basmati rice

Sprung

Learning, life, Poetic
There’s a renewal;
Flowery, fruitage, once more.
Enlightened each day—

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Life is like farming. A farmer only sows good seeds, waters the plant, weeds the grass in the field or garden, prunes the leaves or does other things simply to farm.

Whether or not flowers and fruit will appear, it is not in the farmer’s hand.

Remember, dear farmer. Do your best. Not because you want flowers and fruits but because that’s what you can and should do as a farmer.

Hey, maybe learning a little more about seasons and seasoning. The first is for you to manage the farm, the other is for you to make your life tastier.

Salaam…. 💝

I’ll take care of you, no matter what. I’m your farmer.

Be Grass

Learning, Poetic
Grasses, Beloved
Trashed out of lawn, kept in vase
Decorate the day.

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Weekend, be long enough for me to finish the laundry, to clean the house and to cook my dream lamb biryani 🥰

May all beings be happy.

don’t underestimate flowers of grass, they can be stunning in the right hands 😏

Plunge!

Learning, life, Poetic, This Person
Hello, cool water!
Long time no see. Time to play
I’ll plunge, you’ll catch me.

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Vast water is my phobia. When “too many mind”, I would imagine big snake or big shark swimming in the pool and cause me stop swimming. People might think I swim for 1.5 to 2 hours but actually only 20 to 30 minutes; the rest would be walking hopping dancing in the water and sitting near the pool. Stupid things are medicine. 😁

Water heals: giving freshness to the body, washing away stiffness and tense, training the mind to be realistic 💝

“Maybe swimming in the morning so that you won’t imagine shark and snake?” said my friends. “No, water doesn’t go well with sun ray; they would burn the skin darker and darker,” said I. 😜

Life is often misunderstood by those with phobia. The only thing is to see things as they are. Some dangers won’t be actually present; they are only an exaggeration by the mind. Shark and snake exist out there where divers are risking their life for fun. Amateur swimmer will only meet dry leaves and sudden heavy rain. Live simply and sweetly like swimming calmly and gracefully….

Hey, hey! Sometimes I think how many people have peed in this pool. 🤮

May all beings be happy.

kick the bad thought and go back to water, lady! 👎🏼🏊🏼‍♀️

Protect Your Heel, Achilles

Learning, Poetic
Who waits in the horse?
Force? Virus? Its agenda:
Hidden, dangerous

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A hero knows in which war he is finally going to end his battle, whether with a victory making him a king or death making him a history. No matter what is waiting at the end of the war, he shall fight like a tiger.

Hey, hey! No warrior is 100% invulnerable. Achilles should have worn safety shoes. 😁

Happy weekend!

The Procession of the Trojan Horse into Troy by Giovanni Domenico Tiepolo (http://nationalgallery.org.uk)

Universe Consists Of Orbits

Learning, life, Poetic, This Person
Orbit, Beloved
A line when I am aligned
With you. Only you—

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You are the center of my orbit. Either I am a planet or a comet, I’m circumambulating around you.

Missing you much, I whisper “Gravity, Gravity, Gravity….

Ballads of You In Me

Learning, love, Poetic
I love myself who
Loves you with unsent flowers
And restricted time.

What about you, Love?
Have you fallen in love, too
With me? Or never?

You love yourself who
Loves me loving you. We’ll meet
When the dream is done.

When will it be, Love?
You hold the ropes of all joints,
Awaken by you.

I wish to wake up
Before sunrise when we are
Still madly in love.

I wish you are there
Holding my hand, flying me
To next dreams with love.

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Too much love will kill? It depends on how love is defined.

Why killing if it is the reason why I wake up in the morning,

…. If it is the cause that drives me to wish happiness,

…. If it is a detail that makes a picture clear,

…. If it is the air running through respiratory system,

…. If it is the blood flowing through capillary system,

…. If it is the history through which one reality lives and dies then lives then dies then lives again and again and again to meet you?

I am afraid you are not awake when I am, or you are awake when I doze off.

Can we meet in each other’s dream at least?

Salaam….

dream catcher

Being Green

Learning, life, Map It!, Poetic, This Person
Green is forever
On the belt of this round earth.
How would I leave it?

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It is green that makes things fresh and refreshing. When I was young, I thought being young was too long a time and I wanted to grow older soon so that I could wear my eldest sister’s beautiful skirts and dresses. Now I’m old, I feel that there was so much I should have done that I’ve missed. If given the chance to get back to that period, I would be this me but with a little more shade of patience and enjoyed everything with no fear. Alas! I thank God though that I don’t have to get back to that period as there were incidents I never want to re-experience at any cost.

Being green being young, I’ll keep it in heart and soul. Let my body weaken, but my inner stays fresh without boredom to spread the vibes like the khatulistiwa which stays green as long as human beings want to breathe fresh air.

May all beings be happy. 💝

corn soup – green lunch, dinner, between lunch and dinner on it one whole day 😜
“bubur sumsum pandan ijo” – green brunch, lunch, dinner, snack on it one whole day 🙃

Trust

Learning, Poetic, This Person
Cool breeze sweeps dry leaves,
Branches stretch to where Wind blows.
Where do you go, Wind?

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How can I ignore my own silence? How can I listen to the noise more? It is tiring to leave my own self behind, I’m doing it though. I haven’t trusted my self. 🙃

This mind acts like dry leaves, scrambling frantically just because of cool breeze. Sometimes it moves lazily in panic pulled by strong wind, changing directions every now and then. Lightly and heavily moving because of doubt and fear of failure—

Trust is what can help. Trust that there is a net catching me when I free fall. Trust that there is light at the end of the tunnel although I haven’t seen it yet. Trust that I’m in process, not lost.

Trust is a light word, weighing as heavy as an unmovable mountain.

May all beings be happy. 💝

Full

Learning, life, Map It!, Poetic
Breathing, Beloved,
Circulating to balance—
Inhale the laughter,
Exhale the wisdom. Or else,
Wise in, laugh out. Life is full.

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This weekend is laundry session accompanied by a marathon of Indonesian comedy films closed with a documentary, Semesta from Tanakhir Film.

She won’t survive without laughing and will rot faster without contemplating; or the other way around.

How would she not be grateful with both accessible?

Welcome, a new week.

Empty

Learning, life, Poetic
Empty jar with air,
Looks empty? I breathe the air,
Beloved. Empty?

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Empty isn’t always as it is, depending on which eyes one is using to scrutinise the reality. Reality? Debatable indeed. What is seen isn’t fact yet; it is still a perspective.

So, don’t worry too much about how they perceive others. It’s not a fact, it’s a bunch of perspectives that can change based on where they stand.

Being empty is often needed. Imagine getting constipated for one week. The only thing to dream of will be emptying stomach.

🚽

empty jar, tightly closed, vacuum chamber

Picture from Amazon

Tomorrow May Never Come

Learning, life, love
I love you today
With heart and soul. Tomorrow?
It’s done and will go.

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Live as if there is no tomorrow. People die. People forget. Do good while now is here.

Blessed those who live today.

Salaam…

Reflections

Learning, love, Poetic
The eyes, Beloved,
Bury what was once alive,
Mark eternity.

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Maybe it’s your eyes when I look in to them. And mine when I look through the heart.

Welcome the weekend.

Limited Edition For Unlimited Time

Learning, life, love, Poetic
Only, Beloved,
Unnecessary limit.
Roam. Do celebrate.

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Weekend always opens my eyes to see that life isn’t only about balancing or fulfilling. Life is sometimes about emptying what’s full and making regular things odd, because celebrating is about putting one more milestone where a journey restarts.

September, thank you for giving me many signs which I can and cannot read. The unread is queueing to be deciphered. Wish you give me the answers so I can have more celebrations in life.

May all beings be happy…. 💝

my dream is to cook my own biryani soon, now eating it from the store is a dream-come-true – I didn’t see the need of unpacking it. Hajaaaar! 😄🥰

Three Words

Learning
Three words wait for you
To say to those around you:
Beloved darling—

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Words in poem

Colours in painting

Voice in songs

Air in breath

Prayer in silence

Steps in walk

Choose one way to say I love you…

Harvest

Learning, love, Poetic
If I can meet you,
I won’t stop calling your names.
Harvesting blessings—

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The orchids are bringing me some time to sit at home, admiring the beauty of nature gifts in pots.

Sometimes I don’t know what to do except accepting what is because beauty is just like that. Just like what?

Just like calling your names 💝

Salaam…

this lasts for about 3 months
these duets are the most frequent show-off
she’s been around 1.5 months and still shiny

this white, favourite colour of mine

Chicken And Egg

Learning, life, Poetic, This Person
If you love yourself,
Fry some eggs, sit on the porch,
Think of fried chicken.

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When eating egg, why thinking about chicken? This mind is a monkey— nimble and energetic when awake. It only sleeps, when the holder is dead. I’m still alive so let the mind move freely, with a fence right on an edge of a cliff.

Happy weekend!

🐥🐣

yum yum!
beautiful tamagoyaki my version 🙊🙉🙈
isn’t it too big?
3 to 4

Green Can Be Not A Colour At All

Learning, Map It!, Poetic, Those People
Some green book wasn’t green;
As black as history; fun
As unique friendship.

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A good watch for the weekend 🎉

How a trip makes a friendship.

How seat position makes different points of view.

How sweet words move a heart.

How a movie draws smiles.

How would you think?

So Tired Of….

Learning, Poetic, This Person
Tired, Beloved,
Complaining to the fresh air,
Wringing wet laundry—

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🤹🏼‍♀️

wringing wet laundry

math calculation of wringing wet laundry: https://warstek.com/matematikaperaspakaian/

Be Hungry, Don’t Starve

Learning, life, love, Poetic, This Person
Hunger, Beloved,
A good friend. Not starving though—
The latter’s killing.

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Hungry is needing and nurturing; starving is craving and suffering. Knowing what is needed becomes significant; be just hungry, not extremely hungry that causes craving for more than the capacity.

…. In another case, love. Don’t demand. Universe know what you deserve. 💝

I’m a happy birthday-clown; ready to kiss the world and kick the other side of it. 👻

Welcome one new cycle. Give me good surprises, the bad are all expired!

Salam….

today’s early dinner, also this year’s celebration – many happy return! was it hunger or starvation? 😛

Beauty

Learning, life, love, Poetic, This Person
Beauty, Beloved,
Prescribed by culture; differed
Through one’s perspective—

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When I was young, I faced difficulty in describing beauty. It was always society’s perspective taken. A question of “why beauty is so rigid” remained preserved.

Getting more mature, I got more freedom to describe what beauty was and found there was wider spectrum of what beauty was.

Now beauty is in everything everywhere as the eyes are not only seeing things through what’s culturally ascribed or prescribed. They have achieved a point that what are unlimitedly created can be freely appreciated. And, so is beauty—

We are created by The Beautiful who loves beauty. Why would not see all through the eyes of the creator?

May all beings be happy.

not perfectly beautiful coz it would dig my wallet too deeply if I wanted more; this is perfectly matched my beautiful day though and that’s perfect! 💝

Live Forever

Learning, life, love, Poetic, This Person
Glory, Beloved,
Living doubts by loving hopes.
Time is my beacon.

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Reading the holy book, I found time is used to testify for many different things in different verses. Night, morning, dawn, dusk, time, moments, etc are used repeatedly in a lot of diction. It shows how important and powerful time is.

By the ˹passage of˺ time! Surely humanity is in ˹grave˺ loss, except for those who have believed and done righteous deeds and advised each other to truth and advised each other to patience. (Al-‘Ashr/The Declining Time)

Time is that precious that it is scripted as proverb in some culture. Time is money in a culture that indicates people will lose money if they don’t manage the time well. Time is sword in another one that indicates only when sharpened, it will effectively work in a battle. In other cultures time is integrated in the life schedule related to seasons and celebrations.

What is time to this person? Not money, not sword. Time is a sign telling to start, to stop, to pause, to continue, to turn, to go straight or to take U-turn. Time is a when falling on to a nice where to create a moment of truth.

As long as the beacon beams its light, I’ll continue the journey.

Even if forever? Yes, even if forever as I know forever is a count down.

The Cherisher

Learning, Poetic
You’re the cherisher
Where I return while blessing
And blessed faithfully.

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There’s always one who becomes the only one cherishing without conditions. The one that amplifies the strength to move on the journey ahead.

Salaam.

floating beauty on a beautiful day

Shape A Good Heart

Learning, life, love, Map It!, Poetic, This Person
Good heart, Beloved,
What blossoms her life. Always.
Bright light in the dark—

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Human being with good heart looks weak. Yes. Not always though

Human being with good heart looks stupid. Yes. Not always though

Human being with good heart looks naive. Yes. Not always though

Human being with good heart looks vulnerable. Yes. Not always though

With all those, she’s still seeking all ways to shape a good heart. Failure. Pain. Sadness. Vulnerability. Anger. Disappointment. All those are nothing but chisels sculpting the best figure in the right place at the right time.

Thanks for sending me all those human beings with good heart along this journey.

May all beings be happy.

Salaam….

where I am now after my Japanese class – this heart is filled with joy! 💝

Fresh And New

Learning, life, Poetic
One note, Beloved,
A dewdrop touching the grass
Intonates a song.

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Whispering good prayers as softly as the the vapour drips millions of dewdrops in harmony on the grass, greeting the earth for a new day—

Salaam….

iphone wallpaper

Life Is Buying Time

Learning, life, love, Poetic, This Person, Those People
Life is eternal.
Strand of dimensions through time
Bargained with good deeds
Also sins. How long? You guess.
Till creation’s obsolete?

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September is the month when age becomes major contemplation.

How can I get older yet be more stupid?

There is a consistent concern: that the older I am, the more things I don’t know. This impression grows stronger every year. There is only one getting better: forgetting people’s names. 😎

Will there be a world where I’m not getting older, not getting younger but growing better and brighter? I don’t know….

The convo with this good friend has always left me in deep thoughts about my own self especially in September. Thanks for the chat and good contemplation, Mbak Nungki.

Salam….

there’s another life at the end of the journey