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Life Is A Trip

Learning, life, love, Poetic, This Person, Those People

If I'm in a trip,
I'd be with the Lone Ranger,
Or with my Tonto.

I’m 50 years old next week. I still want to live next many years in good health although this body needs to compromise with speed and strength. And I want to have more trips– both professional and personal.

While professionally I go alone almost all of the time and not expect to change it; I’d like to have a travel buddy personally.

He should be….

😎

someone that knows how to pack nicely both in backpack & suitcase

someone that doesn’t have to stay in 5-star as long as it’s with me

someone that doesn’t bother to have ice cream because the restaurant is fully booked

someone who is not ashamed to have fun in simple way although it looks weirdly cheap

someone who likes to sing under the rain

someone who rides motorbike… yaaay!

who drives much better than I do

he’s my Lone Ranger or Tonto, whichever he needs to be when with me

who?

not sure, I won’t overthink as I can find all those within me except the driving one 😁

I’m gonna be 50 &

yes I’m just me that’s gonna be 50 wholeheartedly.

Clear & Fresh

Learning, Poetic

Opening the door,
She's welcomed by clear rain drops
Freshening the breath.

hibiscus

Happy In The Rain

Learning, love, Poetic

Happy in the rain,
She's throwing smiles to the cloud.
Rain sends smiles to her.

yellow symbolizes happiness

don’t wait for external causes to celebrate life — rain can be a trigger to flooding anger within or simply a trigger to remind us that there is freshness within ready to dance

Rain, Don’t Go Away

Learning, love, Poetic

Rain, don't go away.
There's a clay land to spray, then
I'll welcome what may.

i love rainy season as much as i love autumn as they feel like falling in love everyday; i love other seasons as they feel like dreaming of an upcoming love everyday

💕

Learning, Poetic, This Person

It is now raining,
Water combs dust down the roof.
She's trapped in the cold.

rain, i have no chance to warm up in the roof garden so i just sit in a sofa wrapped in my warm knit poncho

rain, i love it but at the same time have to struggle with the cold in the air conditioned building

rain, stay as you wish

Let The Rain

Learning

I was given love;
Rain of love.
I was given blessings;
Rain of blessings.
I shared
And got poor,
Losing love, running out of blessings.
I was broke,
Left out in the dark
Even by those who earned some from the rain.

I am given love
So much love.
I am given blessings
So much blessings.
I don’t so much share,
I want to play alone with the love and blessings.
I am rich,
Strolling the path full of flowers under the rain.

Let the rain pour away
To those genuinely passing my way.

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いつもありがとう❣️

Life Is Prancing In A Rainy Day

Learning

Life is prancing in a rainy day.
Arrows of raindrops race sprinkling down.
Splashes of mud jump up to the boots.
Raincoat waves to the wind.
Rucksack, a pendulum on the back.
I don’t want to pretend.
It is cold.
It is dirty.
It is wet.
Yet I wave with my hair,
I celebrate with my head,
I dance with my body,
I prance in the weather.

Life is rain
Fertilising grass on this path,
Cooling down a hot day,
Washing off fear,
Disguising tears.

There is nothing like a rainy day
With which I prance all the way.

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it takes 48 years for me to finally realise that life has blessed me all the way

(picture from Pinterest)

No Regret

Learning, Poetic

Rain has no regret.
It’s sharp needles jabbed to earth—
Wildly seeped for life.

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even wrong decision tasted nice! trust me the chili didn’t even have heat in it 😊 no regret at all

Rain

Learning, Poetic

Rain is beautiful. Its drops slip between her hair, washing off sadness.

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Home Missed

Learning

There’s home that’s missed lingering around the heart. Let it in with joy.

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slightly boring, yes — back home is the happiest 💝 i miss the kitchen, the orchids, the bikes, the books, the canvas, the paper and all that I can do in that tiny space

oooh and time to bring my luggage to its repair center 😘

Love Rain (haiku for lunch)

Learning, Poetic

How she loves pink rain!
Glistening in the blue sky
Swaying to the earth—

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rain colour is pink 🙄 if you wear pink glasses 🤭

Raindrops

Learning

Rain falls on the roof;
Water drops are melody
Lullabying earth.

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What Are You

Learning, Poetic

Behind what’s seen,
What are you, Beloved?

Root of a tree
Who grows in in the dark,
Breathes with the creepy crawly,
Sleeps in none of seasons.
Silently grateful for
What’s not understood.

Cartilage of a human body
Who is not hard enough to be bone,
Not soft enough to be muscle,
Comfortably sits in between,
Catches messages delivered
By whisper, breeze and wind.

Jasmine sambac of the garden
Who is humbly tiny, clustering;
Blooms the whole year,
Leaves much fragrance to the day,
Deep meaning to celebration
Before she dries brown.

Helium of the sun
Light, low, odourless, tasteless, insipid—
It’s peaceful to be low profile,
It’s more joyful and freer,
It’s easier to be me,
Closer to Gaia.

Yet no secret bandit among
The rascals in the block!

What?!

What what?!
Don’t ask. I can be anything
But
You.

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Rainy weekend is good especially when just have to shortly reply “Ok!” to a message saying “Heavy rain. Impossible to bike. Rain check ya.”

💝

🥰 can watch this forever! lovable rascals!

Good Fruits

Learning, Poetic

Good fruits, Beloved,
Fresh, crunchy and colourful
Carved on her sweet smiles.

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It’s a blessed night: fresh for the rain.

Rain Behind The Hills

Learning, Poetic

It seems raining behind the hills.
Dark blue curtain
Hanging from heaven
Dances through her own rhythm.

Will it rain under the tree?
You asked.
Rain will pour down to the ground,
Tree is your canopy.
Will it flood on the pathway?
You asked.
Flood will turn to the river,
Pathway is your journey.
Will it be sunny?
You asked.
Sun shines with no holiday,
Sunday is when you think you are free.
Will you meet me?
You asked.
I am meeting you
Through the rain and flood
With the sun and cloud
Everyday
Without holiday.
You seem to worry about the rain.
The rain behind the hills?
Dark blue curtain
Hanging from heaven
Dances with your rhythm.
Keep walking,
You see.

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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” 🥰

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. 💝

Story of Today’s Rain

Learning, love, Poetic

Indeed, Beloved
Whatever’s left by the rain
Is good memory.
Each water droplet saves it;
Plays its melody sweetly.

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I wish I could read your mind, borrow some of the words and insert them into a unique story.

An everlasting wish….

💝

Wind

Learning

Wind is sent to Cloud
Who pours Rain down to Soil. Grow!
Seeds inside emerge.

Imagine despair is like the earth longing for rain until suddenly the wind comes pushing lines of clouds that can’t suspend the heavy droplets anymore so turn into rain…. The earth welcomes each of the raindrops happily, hugs each of all seeds which have been buried beneath the dry layers of soil, almost broken, damps and pushes them up above the ground to grow….

Wind…. It takes just one blow of wind to see beautiful colours.

May all beings be happy.

Walking In The Rain

Learning, Poetic

Breezy gloomy night
Walks along green-hedged pavement.
Tiptoes splash some joy.

Some night is just so good that you don’t even care about getting wet and splashed with mud. All bad thinking and feeling just go away or…. fade away.

Oh ya? Ya! Just don’t splash on others walking or running near you.

Interestingly there are some benefits of walking in the rain I just found. No umbrella please…. Read below link.

Walking In The Rain

Picture is originally attached in above link.

Rain

Learning

If you can stop rain,
Try. You will get an award,
Or another job.

In the last two days rain didn’t stop, literally 48 hours down pour. I thought it wouldn’t rain today, cloudy day though. So, well packed I was off to the open air.

As the track was a bit slippery with thin mud, biking speed limit had to be pretty low. With some road block, not much space is there to ride comfortably.

The plan to have lunch while reading didn’t work either as the cafe closed much earlier today and they said the same for tomorrow. It started to rain so no no choice but turning back to home route. The cafe wouldn’t allow me to stay longer ‘coz they would cover all the chairs with tarpaulin soon.

Light rain is good….. in a good day. It felt like itchy needles on skin today. Lucky to cover half of the face with this cute face mask so no one would see this bad mood.

Some plans don’t work. Some days don’t come out nice and bright. Ah…! As long as I’m still alive, it’s ok. I don’t have to stop the rain to enjoy biking. If I can stop rain, I might get an award or a new job as a “rain shaman”. What a busy life if I am…. 😛

Under the railway not far from home…. Let’s sit down and recharge smile battery.

Arid Land, His Heart

Learning, Poetic

I never want to hurt myself, I just didn’t know who you are.
I got hurt by a cactus in a desert
Who pricks little fingers,
Who just want to touch this life softly,
Not hurting, not taking anything away.


Wounded, I decided to blame stupidity:
Why did I have to have to have to have to have to just touch cacti? I should have left that arid land long before I touched a prickly spirit.


A delayed regret is less important than a lesson learned but it always gives a story the most significant pivot.


Now
I’ll just admire from here
From where I stand
With millions of prayers
For a secret journey.
Yet I know you are a ghost days and nights.


Someday when I pour down the rain,
You’ll know.
Love is as sweet as water in drought—
Maybe—
If it is not late....