Holiday season:
A knot in a rope acting
As connecting stop.
Shanghai – December 14, 2019 / 00:40
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There is always a space to halt before proceeding.
Tag Archives: Poetic
In A World Of Men – haiku
In a world of men
She mostly forgets to thank
For being woman.
Shanghai – December 12, 2019
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Why should we struggle to compete in a male dominated world? Why bother? Even when their logic doesn’t show they are logical, the men will always think they are more logical than women. So be it….
I want to be more relaxed, enjoying my privilege of being a woman. I realise I’ve given up many many things and I want to take them back!
It is time.
🎬
The Seven Chakras
The seven chakras:
A journey whose route shouldn’t be
Taken a detour.
Shanghai – December 8, 2019 / 15:40
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It is not a coincidence that the chakras’ colours resemble rainbow’s – or the other way around. All those colours are captured by the lenses inside our eyes differently based on what frequencies are reflected by the light —in the case of rainbow, it is the sun light. Essentially it is one – the Light. Once we realise that it is a “Light game” that “creates” colours, we won’t bother arguing which colour is the most beautiful.
In Javanese culture it is believed that rainbow is a stair for the female heaven citizen (I couldn’t find the best English word for “Bidadari”) to descend to and ascend from the earth to take a bath after the rain in a pristine pool amidst a deep jungle where only chosen human beings can see — Darn! Why don’t they just take some rain water before it is poured down to earth to bath? In one Javanese myth, one of those ladies could not go back to the heaven because a curious horny young man stole her heavenly apparel. In the myth, their apparels are equipped with wings that can make them fly. 🤩
If rainbow is a stair for the heavenly beautiful creatures, I am wondering what stair is the set of seven chakras that are assumed to be existing inside of our body? There might be a lot of divine realities going up and down from one chakra to another making a tour enjoying the beauty of our rainbow.
What a rant! 🤓
Take a chakra tour, fellas! 🙏🏼
Brief reading about chakra and thanks For the picture to: Chakra Dance
Pledge For The New Day – haiku
Pledge for the new days:
Never hurt one’s heart again….
…. But bullshit won’t stop.
Singapore – December 7, 2019 / 3:40pm
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Hurting heart is human being’s habits -or some human beings have it as expertise- so never ask anyone to not hurt your heart. That’s natural.
Some people hurt you because you are you. But don’t stop! Even if you have to lose someone just to be yourself, be yourself. That is the only choice.
And, when someone doesn’t appreciate your presence as you, just walk away. You are not a tree.
Not easy, but doable
Enjoy your weekend 😊
Thanks for the picture to: Habits For Well Being
You Are Not Alone – haiku
You are not alone.
Millions cry at the same time.
On different cause though—
Singapore – December 6, 2019 / 20:36
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Dearest Nephews,
If you feel your problem is the most unbearable, it is hardly wrong. Yet yours won’t probably represent the most difficult ones.
Can you count how many people live on earth? All of them have issues – even worse, they have issues while they have no choice but living with those because of absence of resources and no help whatsoever.
And how many abused animals are there? Be thankful that you are not a karmic animal this time around. Or, maybe in next life if you are abusive to animals in present life. 😈
And how much abused the natural resources are? If you think they are not alive, you’d better think twice.
So don’t feel like you are the poorest human beings in the universe just because you can’t afford the latest version of PlayStation.
🥰
It’s Only Lipstick – haiku
It’s only lipstick
Giving colours at times, but
Mightn’t be the true one.
Singapore – December 5, 2019 / 10:22pm
Not easy to deal with lipstick — looks red or pale, matt or glossy, gothic or modern, sexy or dull, luring or boring, cheap or costly, thick or thin…. Just lipstick, not the true colour of the lips behind the paint.
Unfortunately, life is sometimes about changing colours of lipstick based on the occasions attended and interlocutors dealt with. Better be smart to see who is true who is fake…. Or, how to be true!
Or, how to be fake? Ew!
Thanks Wikipedia Lipstick for the picture
Silence Of The Mind – haiku
Silence of the mind
Has stopped logical thinking–
The Hermit mode’s on.
Jakarta – December 1, 2019 / 23:12
Being logical is good but sometimes we should stop being logical, just to let the inner core self speak the true voice.
Give The Hermit a while to ignite the true light and enlighten all connections, to grip the staff and stand still before proceeding.
Life is so simple: quitting when tired, halting when confused. The only rule is believing that nothing is permanent.
The Hermit can be briefly read in Wikipedia The Hermit
Ode To My Beloved – haiku cluster
Ode to my Beloved
Please hear me saying
The words that sweep your sorrow.
I’m in love with you.
Please kiss the rosebuds
That will bloom at the next dawn,
Opening new day.
Please touch the dewdrops
For me. Can you feel the love
When the water bursts?
Please close your eyes now.
Look at the Sun in my heart.
Do you see a You?
Please taste through my Soul.
What color do you find there?
It does remain true.
Somewhere on Nov. 7 / 12:00 (a throwback to embrace a frozen heart)
Love is that bringing us to the now either with the five senses or the sixth.
Love is that neutralising past & future into lessons & hopes.
What can be better than to be you, my Beloved?
If being you feels annoying or painful, do remember that you were born to the world welcome by a mother’s love, a father’s pride, a family’s cheer and unlimited future.
So, love yourself.
Only by loving yourself you can clear the blocked path.
Namaste
She Quits Sword & Shield – haiku
She quits sword and shield.
The battle has changed into
Race she’s a misfit.
Singapore – Nov. 1, 2019 / 23:00 (a throwback to a sleepless night)
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Focusing on processes is more important than staring at goals, some people say.
Yet many think reaching the goal the fastest is more tempting and rewarding. The process becomes lousy, messy, dull inside, rigorous outside, robotic, proud with almost no passion.
Competition often seems more overkilling than energizing.
I’m taking a short break by end of this month.
When Love And Passion – haiku
When love and passion
Collide. Words and gestures crash.
I can only sigh.
Akita – November 17, 2019 / 01:21am (a throwback to a sleepless night)
Love is maybe a type of particle collision cause, process and effect at the same time: its physical visibility is a giant supernova whose image can only be caught as late as thousands of years of light before reaching the earth, while the core has transformed into floating etheric secret or may have been absorbed by the black hole of memories – into a forever-and-a-day file saved in the Akashic records lingering like the Northern Light.
For nothing I’m still loving You. And that is ok.
Big big thanks to the Scientists Have Detected… for the picture and knowledge.
Daddy – haiku
Dad, are you out there?
I just wanna say I’m fine.
See you in Heaven.
Akita – Nov. 21, 2019 – morning glorified, ready to create incredible art of life
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Sometimes you miss those who’ve been far away, unreached with even miles of flight.
Heaven is just untouchable, at the same time very accessible…. with just a whisper.
Do pray and they will whisper you back,
Reaching you with their heavenly hands.
I miss my father (so often) but I always tell him I’m fine ‘coz he protects me from above.
I love you, father…..
Thanks to Coldplay for this song that has given a punch on me with tons of awareness.
When Mind Is Set Free – haiku
When mind is set free,
I want to live forever
As long as with you.
Singapore – long weekend of Deepavali Day 2019
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King of Swords and Queen of Swords turned to King of Wands and Queen of Wands after stumbled by The Tower. From icy cold to passionately loving characters
Amazing! Ramblin Mike’s cards were open so “coincidently” magical. But I believe nothing is coincident.
End of this long weekend has got a nice closure of a bitter wound that gradually turns into a sweet journey, even if having to wait for an unknown shadow of a you. Just with a zodiac reading — that I used to underestimate :-p
Lesson learnt: Don’t underestimate a small talk, it can change a cold heart and angry mind of Maleficent into a warm heart and liberating mind of Nala of The Lion King.
Useful links: My Lion King and Maleficent
Wanna see Ramblin Mike’s zodiac reading? Enjoy.
Impulsive Buyer – haiku
Shopping list failure’s
None of the items are shopped.
Impulsive buyer—
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Have you ever listed all that you need to buy; but ended up buying things not even in the list. The wallet is thinner but the list is not shorter. Not again….
Blame the bookstore! Aio…
I’d like to thank to this link The Six Signs of Impulsive Buying for the picture 🙂
I Am The Hanged Man – haiku
I am The Hanged Man
Seeing all things upside down
But not inside out.
Singapore – October 24, 2019 / 18:55
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Have you seen The Hanged Man in the tarot deck? If not, find it below.
I feel like I am now The Hanged Man, seeing things totally differently.
When people say something is standing, he says it is head-standing. Above seems below to him, left seems right, normal seems weird, weird seems fine. But, there is one same point of view not altering — whatever inside is inside, outside is still outside.
It is very refreshing to see things from different perspectives. It can be one of the ways to be always positive. Always? Not necessarily, but often is a good percentage.
What’s not recommended is to exchange what’s inside into outside and the other way around. Keep what’s in in, out out – don’t invite what is not supposed to be in your heart and get rid of those that should stay outside of your heart. Of course, with some evaluation and best service given to each situation
Lesson learnt: I’m thankful to be The Hanged Man, loosening control to keep a “normal” situation.
Salaam.
No Need To Tell Them – haiku
No need to tell them
That your heart bleeds dry of Love.
Theirs might have bled, too.
Here now with myself
Sometimes we cry in the dark alone because of repeated broken heart. Sometimes you just wanna leave, run somewhere where no hurt can be felt. Don’t! Just stay!
And don’t blame on others that you think have broken your heart. No. The heart is yours to embrace, to love, to fix, to regrow…. You can do it. Don’t tell them how suffering you are because they might suffer at the same level, or even worse.
Just pray…
That we all will value the Love better and never break any heart anymore,
Especially our own heart.
Salaam for all of you who love your heart. Take care.
The link below is where I borrow the picture from, it is a very beautiful writing about heart. The Most Beautiful Heart
https://madamsabi.wordpress.com/2014/08/24/the-most-beautiful-heart/
My iCal Is Packed – haiku
My iCal is packed
With colourful blocks: Busy—
And well distracted.
Temasek – October 19, 2019 / 17:00
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Being busy does not alway mean being productive. Ouch!
But being busy is definitely being distracted from the humdrum of life. Cool!
Looking forward to new passport with immigration stamps and new visas!
Thanks to you, Life.
Damn thanks to the below link for the super cool picture:
Cornucopia – haiku
Cornucopia,
The abundance prepares for
The masked-off: new self.
Singapore – October 16, 2019 / 21:39
2019 has opened an extraordinary road of becoming the whole me. Many major lessons are learnt here.
Previous me always thought that things were between good and bad, right and wrong, happy and sad, strong and weak, one extreme and the other extreme, BLACK & WHITE. It was too much and I hold it no more.
What’s coming is lots of love in myself to myself and the abundance to share — not solely about gold and coins.
Abundance is about colors that make life vibrant howsoever my potential has been tampered.
Abundance is about clarity that creates enough space for myself (and so others) to contemplate whether the situation is uplifting or not– the keyword is uplifting, not favorable or superior. If not uplifting, either has the right to walk away from the situation with respect. Without respect, the situation has failed to be a station to heal, to nurture, to expand and to liberate each other.
Abundance means enjoying life while sharing it with others. Sense of abundance can only be manifested with sharing. You share what you spare.
Abundance means living the life to the fullest. Only with the awareness of abundance human being can grab the reality of abundance. If you feel empty, you won’t care to share.
Cornucopia
A hollow horn of lots of everything that will rot if the holder keeps it with herself.
So dear, Self. Don’t let anything get rotten through this journey. Love yourself and share the good things wholeheartedly.
My Beloved, I’m grateful for the abundance and the least my feeling of abundance.
I can’t be more grateful to You for sparing me this 2019.
I am feeling loved.
Useful link 1: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cornucopia
Useful link 2 & source pictures: https://www.psychics.com/blog/words-mythology-pt-v-cornucopia/
What Has Age Taught You? – haiku
What has age taught you?
Fear to lose or daringness
To shine through glory~
Temasek – October 14, 2019
Life is choking at times but mostly it feels too roomy to let yourself be offended by only a few wrong-doings or wrong decisions. If your life is as short as a mayfly’s age, you might want to fly dancing the most gracefully. Or, you just want to rest perching on the bark while praying for the best of 24 hours before your life cycle ends — this is the least suggested though.
My Beloved, please always spare me a beautiful life -I know Your definition of beautiful might be with some splash of shit in it- to share with those that matter to me (and also with those that don’t, as You wish). 💝
Please grant me clarity.
The Hair That’s Breathing – haiku
The hair that’s breathing
Is given a farewell cut
By a nice lady.
Temasek – October 5, 2019 / 23:00
I decided to have my hair cut short for the second time, but this time is brutally short.
I used to have very long pitch black hair (with some grey since high school). As having shorter and shorter time in the morning to wash and dry my hair before going to work, I decided to have farewell party to my beloved hair – not really, I put the cut hair in a big envelop and keep it in the cupboard until now.
The nice lady in the beauty parlor asked me why hair cut, I said “so that I can think clearly”. She giggled and did her job dutifully. This time the cut hair wasn’t treasured; it was swept and dumped to the bin by another nice lady.
Goodbye, my dear hair. No worry, your root is still here and will grow even better. Thank you for being my crown. I love you much.
The Foggy Windows – haiku
The foggy windows
Frame my morning’s first view.
It’s amazing day.
Temasek – October 3, 2019 / 21:07
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My windows facing the reservoir have been glorious frames of all my morning views when I’m not away from home. No matter what mood fills my emotion, the windows welcome me with the same stillness. They are good friends with haze, rain, sun, wind while standing before me nicely with protection. Whether it is a bright day or a gloomy one, they are always successful to drag me to look out to and beyond them and say “Thanks, Life for the amazing day.”
A day without gratitude is like heart without its beat
May all beings be happy….
