Tag: poet

Independence Day

Learning, life, Map It!, Poetic, This Person
Freedom, Beloved,
Inner beauty blooms in time.
True celebration—

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Celebration is a blessings enjoyed everyday. Celebrating health. Celebrating welfare. Celebrating family. Celebrating friendship. Celebrating breath. Celebrating greenery…… Celebrating anything I want to celebrate.

Celebrating stupid chats with some good friends. 😁

I love celebration in which commemoration is the core but never ever enjoy party in which entertainment is the core.

August is major celebration after September. In August two home countries celebrate their independence: Indonesia on 17, Singapura on 9. Both have unique ways to celebrate the days. For the past nine years on Singapura’s I’ve personally loved seeing all the flags hanging in apartments and along streets, in Indonesia’s except last and this years I’ve gone to the Embassy for flag ceremony combined with meeting with other Indonesians enjoying the precious moment together.

Happy National Day, Singapura! Thanks for taking care of me.

Dirgahayu Indonesiaku! How much ever the distance between us, you’re always in this heart. Thanks for gushing me some blood of great archipelago.

May all beings be happy.

flowers for celebrations of August

red, white on green

Quests

Learning, This Person
Dogma, Beloved,
The least she can hold in life.
She is full of quests.

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What human beings should think of being sick is it is a tool materialised by Life to make them stop or at least slow down especially from analysing every single thing. Yet human beings often forget that blessing should not be always gift-wrapped in fancy paper with ribbons; it might be sometimes humbly bundled in a sack.

Blimey! Why do I have so many sacks? And poorly unable to untie them successfully 😎

May all beings be happy.

a pile of ugly sacks; filled with all the richness of nature

Life Renewed

Learning, life, Poetic
Regret, Beloved,
People judged by their mistakes—
There’s always a chance.

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At the tip of a finger, a chance can change a future with one condition: right place, right time. There’s always a chance, new one.

May all beings be happy.

fingertip on the top of stone monument – see you again 🌝

No Secret

Learning, life, love, Poetic, This Person, Those People
Secret, Beloved
Ice cube waiting for warm touch—
Melts and flows: a stream
Of messages from the heart.
Read or heard of. Clean and clear—

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No secret, it’s exposure or disclosure in the right place at the right time. I believe life is somewhat designed WYSIWYG for those willing to see life as it is. What you see (should be) is what you get.

Private is about level of security one is living. One day things will be exposed and forgiven or glorified.

Confidential is about secret recipe. One day things will get disclosed and comprehended and copied.

As simple as that. I’ve got no secret hidden. It is just about time for you to know. Either you’ll hate me or hate yourself; OR love me or love yourself for knowing “the secrets”.

May all beings be happy.

that year, when a cold caught a cold

Death Is

Learning, life, Poetic, Those People
Long life, Beloved,
A postponed beauty each time
Sad news knocks the door—

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Just two years ago a best friend of mine told me to stay safe living away from nuclear family. Just two days ago his name started to be a memory. Rest In Peace. You’ve been a best friend and family member. See you again. 💞💐

Long life is a beautiful dream of many. Yet what is a beautiful dream when faced with a reality that the dream might drop out anytime with no notice or sign?

If life should be shorter than expected, I hope the end meets with the point of no regret. That would suffice.

May all beings be happy.

some plants decay faster than the others which are decently fresh enough to decorate the vase

She’s A See-Through

Learning, love, Poetic, This Person
Clear sight, Beloved,
Right, clean lens at the right time—
Can you see her through?

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The older I am getting, the worse this eyesight is growing. Just last week I decided to buy reading spectacles because of so many errors in identifying tenten (double apostrophe) and maru (circle), two grammatical markers added to hiragana and katakana characters especially that affect minimal pair of voices /p/ and /b/.

It’s fine, at least I can see myself clearer. Liking it or not, it’s me. 😘

May all beings be happy.

reading glasses! bloody hell! that old I am 😏

Seeking You

Learning, Poetic, This Person
Chaos, Beloved,
Gives orders to those seeking
Constellations.

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Dear Self,

With little “light pollution” we can look up to the sky and see millions of stars blinking to us. Small and big, dim and bright, near and distant, at one glance they seem like dots of sands spread on the floor – messy and scattered. Yet after these eyes get used to the focal points, there are patterns. With these constellations our ancestors read directions and made decisions whether they were going sailing, whatever they were growing or what nature would present soon.

There is sky within ourselves where we can stare up seeking clusters of stars, gleaming dots and glowing patches in the darkest of the mind. The chaotic mind isn’t necessarily bad. The mind is simply rolling out all memories to see or listen to or touch or taste or smell in order to find the messages and directions of what to do and where to go.

It takes a bit of silence for a while to realise that the crowded mind is full with clusters of messages and hidden wisdom. It takes a minute or two to calm down the helter-skelter on the day. It simply takes a short focus on the breathing to do it.

That simple, Self. That simple, that a few believe it works.

Salaam….

the bright in the dark – Cygnus that is clearly seen in September. soon 🥰

About Cygnus: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cygnus_(constellation)

Colour Dusts

Learning, life, love, Poetic
This love, Beloved,
Can’t buy your life. It’s too small,
A library card
To borrow books full of clues
With which the path is open.

This path, Beloved,
Stands arched, meeting at both ends,
Leaving colour dusts.

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Many words can’t explain the emotions experienced by human beings and what come out are symbolical beauty and serenity. For those who don’t like language will mostly get bored and or get misled with the real message.

That simply shows language is a great tool to communicate the idea and emotions yet what should always be remembered is that there are intrinsic and extrinsic factor to comprehend messages. Life isn’t WYSIWYG-based program to some extent.

At the end of the day it is about how I activate the radar through all senses to read messages around me.

Sometimes it is ok to misunderstand, but try best not to misunderstand 1 plus 1 equals 2 in basic Algebra.

Salaam.

mixture of everything
pretty!

unique

It’s All About Becoming

Learning, life, Poetic
Magic, Beloved,
Not just spells. It’s click and twist
Within time and space.

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I thought magic was a split second materialisation of what were wished. Years ago I believed that The Most Powerful would make things in just a blink of an eye. With millions of disclosure and exposure, magical things have become something natural. Everything can be interpreted as miracle as much as it can be considered ordinary.

Magic is a mechanisation in the universe in which processes and timelines cannot be denied. Sooner or later….

May all beings be happy.

Setting

Numbers

Learning, life, Map It!, Poetic, This Person
Numbers, Beloved
Symbols of the countable
Your blessings and grace

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or the uncountable, the countless if we are not capable of it

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A friend —not close— changed her Instagram account name, it now includes 333. She’s fond of recurring sequential numbers especially 333, 3333, etc. She’s posted tons of photos of her treasured 333 or 3333 found in bank notes, amount of money in her book keeping (she is a finance manager), vehicle plate numbers, coffee shop bills, receipts, time in her mobile phone, everything and anything with 333 or more. Angelic number. Angka cantik!

When I asked her why she likes 3333, she said that when she first joined a community called “1111”, 333 was the first angelic number she met so since then she’s fallen in love with 333.

How simply Life makes someone connect with one’s self!

When I said to her that recently I’ve seen 1111, she said it is a wake up call. I asked for what? She said maybe my guardian angel is blahblahblah.

Didn’t tell her that 1111 is often visible because ComfortDelgro taxi is my preferred taxi, whose phone number is 65521111 painted on the car body. Hailing it, I see 1111. Sitting in it, I see 1111. In the apps, I see 1111. 😁

But hey! Subconsciously I pay more attention on twin numbers now. Aside from Citycab’s 1111, 65558888 is SMRT taxi, 65553333 is Trans Cab (should send it to her), etc…. Almost all taxi fleets in Singapore are angelic. Aww!

Ok, back to 1111. Maybe the angel is trying to tell me “one, one, one, one” in other words “take a deep breath, one at a time”. Yes! Now I believe in 1111 as a message. So simple!

Salaam….

from Pinterest

An Artist

Learning, life, Poetic
This life, Beloved,
Not a race. It’s exercise
To be an artist.

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To be an artist is about knowing what one is doing and how one is doing it. When all knowledge, skills, experiences are naturally moulded into the muscles of subconsciousness through long flight hours; someone is able to navigate one’s work without reading manual. Everything one does is work of art. All is done gracefully with professional, scientific intuition.

Milestones of successes and celebration are good motivation; yet piles of failures and correction are often time the most powerful chisels in shaping the smoothest sculpture.

I think Robert Burns’ short poem that was introduced by an old lecturer in Poetry class years ago still relates to what I’m doing until now: knowing and painting the angels AND devils of my own self.

If I die, I want to die an artist. Artist of my own life—

May all artists be happy. 🙏🏼

Salaam.

lucky me, it’s somewhere online: http://www.robertburns.org/works/160.shtml

Flowers And Bees

Learning, Poetic
Flowers, Beloved,
Invite bees to pollinate.
Duo saviours—

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Bees are the most important agent to keep the human race alive. Without bees there won’t be crops because no plants are pollinated and human being won’t have things to eat and in four years all human beings are gonna die (summarise from an allegedly Albert Einstein’s statement – If the bee disappears from the surface of the Earth, man would have no more than four years left to live.)

Hey, dope! Bees won’t pollinate flowers in a vase! 🤪

Haha! Ok, please forgive me. I simply need flowers to keep insanity in tact for the next one week.

Thanks, Plants. Sorry, Bees.

May all beings be happy.

African protea, eucalyptus leaves, calycina heather white, eunymus japonicus leaves – pretty and fragrant 🥰

Need Some Stupid Conversation

Learning, life, Poetic, This Person, Those People
We are all born naked
Dressed differently in death. What—
Would we do in life?

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Would keep laughing at myself in life because there are many comic moments in life (tragedy + time = comedy) — like being born every time, nakedly honest in front of own self

And would love to live around those who can see wisdom from what we’ve laughed at or jokes in wisdom— pure laughter, no humiliation, no underestimation, but yeah sweet insult 🤪

Can’t imagine how boring to live with those who can’t even laugh seeing their face on the mirror…. 🥳

Can’t wait to meet my best people and laugh at this life, accompanied with home made snacks and favourite drinks! Wisdom, jokes, social politic gossip and some stupid “garing” guessing games as always 🤓

Time is relative so next year can feel like one hour from now!

We Are All Prime Numbers

Learning, life, love, Map It!, Poetic
What’s prime number, Love?
Itself and one can divide.
Most intimate love—

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It’s just me and the one.

The one that I’ve always missed with no reason. The one that I’ve perceived but not perceivable. The one that I’ve missed and travelled for but nowhere to find. The one that I’ve felt so intimate but so distant. The one that I’ve cried for but making me smile. The one that I’ve been peaceful with but breaking my heart.

You’re a prime number, Self, one that is greater than one and can only be divided by one and itself. The rest is excluded.

What prime number are you?

Salam…. 💝

prime numbers
the only even prime

Keep Learning!

Learning, Poetic, This Person
Words don’t end as words.
They wait for context to be:
Fact? Opinion?

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Why should be afraid of using precise words —gathered in a context— clear context of statement, question, request or exclamation if it is to positively convey a message and/or to get expected responses?

I found some people are shy if not afraid of conveying messages because of unsuccessful experiences of getting the messages passed on to the others clearly. They thought the failure was purely theirs. No, not at all!

Know, Self that some people don’t have the tools to comprehend certain messages; it can be because of limitation of language, intelligence, culture, perception, intention, name it…. In fact some others simply don’t want to listen.

When the message isn’t well comprehended, an equivalent response most probably will be delivered, which is unpleasant and/or unclear one.

It is not nice to fail in communication. Only true learners never give up trying. 👍🏽

Communication is about intention as intrinsic factor (make sure it is good) and skill as extrinsic. Both take time to be mature. Yet, in whatever stage of maturity both don’t always collaborate at times.

Hell yeah! I’m talking about myself! Next time better, much better than today’s me.

May all beings be happy.

going back to Maslow’s hierarchy of needs – where am I, where am I?

Master Horse

Learning, life, Poetic
A horse is running
In a round. To win it not;
To serve the master—

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Am I the horse or the master?

If the horse, do I know enough who is my master so that I don’t just gallop whenever anyone other than the master whips me.

If the master, do I know enough how to appropriately engage with the horse and whether or not the horse has endurance for certain round either race or equestrian.

More importantly do I know what’s a horse and what’s a master?

May all beings be happy.

golden circle

What Is Your Coordinate?

Learning, love, Poetic
Quadrant, Beloved,
Where x and y cut a plane;
I’m the origin
Seeing you around, confused
And confusing. Layered self—

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The conversation with little brother this evening has reminded me that I’ve probably fallen in love with someone from an unfriendly quadrant— the one whose abscissa and ordinate are not well defined.

So, stand on the origin or be an origin, the zero-point-zero point. Simply will stand here and see the quadrant where my focus now is going. By standing on the pole, I’m zero, being objective about myself and anyone around me, balanced seeing negative positive, observing above below, not judging, just seeing the facts!

It feels like walking a tightrope. Balancing my observation, being honest to my own self. At the end of this rope, I’ll see his true quadrant.

I see a rabbit in you. Hope no snake comes out from you. Oops, oops! A chicken? Or a bull? 😁

No, no I wish at least I can see you unmasked. Whatever you are and so I can embark peacefully. 😋

May all beings be happy.

what an equation love is! I won’t let it unsolved anymore.

Magically Blessed

Learning, life, love, Map It!, Poetic, This Person
Magic, Beloved,
Scented, shaped, coloured. Travelled
By sea, land and air—

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There are many choices of flowers and leaves imported from Down Under recently. Protea, leucadendron, silver bell eucalyptus pods, Geraldton wax flower, eryngium big blue, eucalyptus leaves, etc appear in the flower shop.

As they don’t come every month like roses, chrysanthemum and spider lily, I grabbed them fast. Greedy? Please don’t. Let’s call it excited. 😌

These flowers and leaves prove to be not only pretty but also aromatically medicative. Imagine working breathing eucalyptus for at least one week. Ya, they last longer than roses, chrysanthemum and spider lily.

I think I’ve received a lot of blessing and healing through travelling, flowers and food most time of life, particularly recently. There is nothing better to thank but breathing deeply and chewing slowly with all heart and soul.

If not because of being blessed and loved, what else are we given all these?

Sending blessings and love across the ocean to the one dearly loved. 💝

May all beings be happy.

aromatherapy in a vase
leucadendron, the florist called it differently I forgot what
protea
silver bell eucalyptus pod – just saw them and fell in love
eucalyptus leaves – I can breathe it the whole day literally

Orchids Bring Hope

Learning, life, Poetic
Orchid, Beloved,
Surprises day with new stems.
More colours to be;
A gift from Mother Nature,
A greeting from Father Time—

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Just learnt that my orchids are happier with rain water. There has been much rain recently that hampered jogging and biking schedule; yet now I see the rain has invited more colours and beauty.

The time of those orchids’ blossom isn’t predictable; they often surprise me when the buds stem is already prominent. My sight is really getting older that often time I don’t see when the stem is in its early stage; or they are just hidden in common green.

The plants in this tiny home have always been a consolation every now and then. Both the ones in the balcony and those in the bathroom’s bay window are best friends to this person. 💝

Thank you!

the shorter stem might have been there for at least one week but I just realised it two days ago 💝

A Who Who Is Missed

Learning, life, love, Map It!, Poetic, This Person, Those People
It rains, Beloved
Orange stays bright in the west.
Wish you were here, Who?

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Sometimes the one that is dearly missed is that who never remembers us. What a paradox!

Paradox is beauty of life, contradictory realities that are given at the same time. There are plenty of hidden messages in between only clear heart can read.

May all beings be happy. 💝

thanks for everything 🙏🏼

See Beyond A Dead End

Learning, life, love, Poetic, This Person
Mistake, Beloved
Taking action with dead end.
Back to square one? No?

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Earth revolves around the sun, so each dead end experiences a sun rise a day.

What a relief!

where can I find this book; let’s go to the library

Some Cannot Be Changed

Learning, life, Poetic
Red shrimp, Beloved
Crooked not bowing; Nature
That cannot be changed—

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Lunch is an important meal; breakfast is just a tertiary “decoration”. So having nice food in the afternoon feels like seeing a green garden with fruits hanging everywhere. 🤩

the filling for today’s paper rice wrap

4 of 4 done! 1 isn’t so tidy, the 3 are excellent!

Two Sides of Beauty

Learning, life, Map It!, Poetic
A vase, Beloved
In which two seasons meet up;
Two sides of beauty—

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Some flowers last longer in a vase, others stay shorter. They glorify seasons and gratify life spans differently. Here some flowers come together in a vase and enjoy the life together, decorating a corner some time away from the roots.

How would I not thank for all faces of beauty?

Live longer and enjoy the colourful life in this melting pot, dear Self. All is well. All is beautiful.

May all beings be happy.

the pink striped daisies stay longer than predicted, red roses come to sit together ⭐️

Life Skill Is Not That Simple

Learning, love, Poetic, This Person
It takes basic skill
To be happy and peaceful.
Folding paper rice—

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Another Vietnamese cuisine came for brunch! 🍴

Thought it would be easy and fast to fold rice paper to wrap some veggies and meat. Thought it would take only basic skill of folding paper like making origami heart.

Yes, it is pre-basic skill of folding the paper yet the skill to control what’s inside the heart is not that basic. The intention to fold tidily and the urge of immediately eating nice food collided hard just because of a thin layer of helpless wet rice paper. It felt like now or never. Drama! 😂

Today’s target of eating 5 wraps didn’t happen. The rest of the filling became a bowl of salad.

Sorry, dearest paper rice. I failed you. No, no! 3 of 5 is 60%, more than 50% means winning in democracy. 😂

Next time better! 💝

yummy! will work better tomorrow for lunch 😊

Free Day

Learning, Map It!, Poetic, This Person
Rest day, Beloved,
Free— Stay away from workplace.
Let it be messy.

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Just wanna be free, don’t care about dirty house and all the mess. Just wanna take time to do nothing—

Welcome Saturday night! Let’s browse recipe for Sunday! 😎

leaving weekend as weekend, without touching anything at that corner

A Cleansing Talk

Learning, life, love, This Person, Those People
Friendship, Beloved
A vast ocean and its waves
Sweeping all debris—

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A friend visited me at my lunch break. A short talk made the day.

About her retirement plan to hop from one city to another from one country to another with her husband, future visit to my home base, future visit to Ubud, her sons and the menace, my future plans, health and healthcare, vaccination, and everything….

Our longest talk after 2 years of not going someplace together! She brought our favourite kue from Bengawan Solo! 💝

Couldn’t believe it could happen only in one hour. We must have talked as fast as flash!

⚡️

Bengawan Solo jajanan pasar delivered by a friend today

You Is The Limit

Learning, life, love, Poetic, This Person
Freedom, Beloved
Is gauging limitation.
How low can you go?
How high can you fly? How long?
Life’s integrated limits.

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There is always the next level of things. Perfection? Some say yes. Some say it is freedom, up to self, don’t care about others, want more, and everything.

No one can stop one except one’s self.

Is the end the limit? Not sure; yet it must be sun and moon the cycles integrate.

Beloved, if you allow, let me just be better than my own self before. Nothing more, nothing less.

May all beings be happy. 💝

thanks for the sugar; how many people mustn’t have sugar and I’m still free to consume it – isn’t it a blessing? 💝

Not 100% Clean

Learning, life, Poetic
Is she that clean though?
No! Flower blooms from rooted trees.
Dirt, bugs surround her.

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Human being is human being. No one is perfect. No one is clean. If someone looks perfect, it is just the lenses are focusing on one’s good parts or the lenses are damaged unable to see all details or one is just in a lucky blind spot. What a blessing to look perfect! — whatever the cause is

Making mistakes is a perfect description about human being. The perfection overdoes though when the same mistake is repeated — too many times will kill!

*sigh*

May all beings be full-bellied. 💝

burnt mackerel, salty veggies soup and cutie buns with some ants is a set of perfect imperfection I cooked today

Sleeping Is Farming Dreams

Learning, life, Poetic
Night blankets sweet dreams,
Lullabies and keeps them safe
Until morning comes
To reap every grain dreams yield.
Dreams, soar high and come back true.

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Dream sweet and wake up true.

May all beings now be peacefully sleepy…. 😊

dream as sweet as jasmine

Guarded

Learning, life, Poetic, This Person
Swaying gently down,
Feather falls off from the wings
Flapping. Angel smiles.

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I used to pick up feathers met on the way to school, office, home, everywhere. Feathers have been good signs to me for years. There has been a feeling of being protected.

Superstition? I don’t know. Maybe. Maybe not.

Now? Still believing that feather present is the presence of protection, but I stopped hoarding. Just look at the feathers, pray for protection and greet the guardian angels, and walk on with a bunch of blessings.

May all beings be happy.

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https://phys.org/news/2019-11-feathers-propel-birds-air-history.html