Weather is my boat
From one condition
To the next
Until I arrive
At my intended address
Where I greet flowers and fruits
Hanging so close to my hands.
my dream rambutan & starfruit
my dream climbing roses
Weather
Tag: rose
Bloom Wherever You Are
This flower blooms
In a hottest day,
In a beautiful garden,
In a cold hallway.
It just blooms
No matter what.
Just bloom
And come what may.
my driver dropped me in the wrong gate yesterday and just drove away; he drives very well but doesn’t understand English (yes, he is a driver not a tour guide 😁) yet it was a blessing in disguise: i walked a bit and met these flowers on the way — beauty greets me everywhere when my heart is light
red roses in the hotel courtyard, tantalising colour
a pot of orchid, to the lift
You Are Beautiful
You are beautiful
Because this heart has the eyes
Of a butterfly.
For You
For:
You
Who breathes love in silence,
Who touches heart in secret,
Who smiles in the dark,
Who listens to whispers,
Who reads all scrolls,
Who kisses faraway dreams;
Take these roses,
That dance with the wind,
That spread strange chemicals,
That show off colours,
That boast deadly pricks,
That symbolise love,
That decay over time.
if i were roses, what would life be?
Dark
I can see beauty
Through silhouette in the dark
With thin shed of light.
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Bright
Light brings bright to rose.
Light brings image to her eyes.
Bright in and bright out--
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Garden of Roses
My heart is a garden of roses
That bloom
When I feel
You.
My heart is a garden of thorns
That prick
When I think of
You.
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wishing that a climbing rose grows and blooms happily in the kitchen door 💕 my guests will feel the beauty without having to think of the gardening
picture from Pinterest
Roses Faraway Home
Where is home?
It is where roses dry out
Silently on a table
With their colours and shapes.
Where is home?
It is also where roses grow
Peacefully in the garden
With their beauty and scent.
Where is home?
It is where roses are
Sincerely exist in life
With their space and time.
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left it on Oct 24 evening, will meet them again on Oct 30 morning in a home
May All Beings Be Happy
Once
I knew not
Or cared not
That all struggled
Until
I sat still
To feel the whole cosmos
Within me.
Now
I know
And know
That all inevitably suffer
By choice though.
And so
I chant
Wishing…
May all beings be happy, free from suffering.
And to you
Across the ocean.
With red roses,
May you be happy, free from suffering.
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May all beings be happy 💕
free from suffering
…. and also to you across the ocean ♥️
Rose Tea
I am home
Welcomed
By a space
Waiting for its soul
To fill the gap
With emptiness.
I am home
Welcomed
By rose tea
Waiting to be brewed
To wake up the heart
With memories.
I am home
Welcomed
By another day
Waiting to be celebrated
To highlight meaning
With what is.
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I left 3 stems of red roses in the vase and arriving, I found them beautifully dried — a jug of rose tea is my first relaxing session
Red In
Red in redroses
Overflowing to this heart,
As red as roses—
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bright side
dim side
Time Is A Fortress
Time is a fortress
Protecting from memories
Of love that once bloomed.
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A Loving Visit
A loving visit beyond time and space. Salaam. Universe answers.
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Pink Roses
Pink roses in a vase welcome seven cold guests, turning them to smiles.
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Ode to Day
Dear, day.
Do you know that I never stop waiting for you?
When my watch ticks a second,
My heart drips a note,
My pulse vibrates softly,
I know I am closer to you.
Dear, day.
Do you know that every part of you blesses me?
When morning breaks,
Noon flares,
Dusk fades to night,
I know the next you is waiting
For me.
Day oh day
Many I can’t understand,
Much I can’t decipher,
Little I can see,
Very few I can give
Yet I still hope
To meet you again.
Dear, day.
How I am blessed with family,
Gifted with friends,
Sufficed with this self,
You are still the one
Sung by this heart.
Sunday
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Saturday
All have been today
And never faded away.
I am blessed, day
With another you
In the best way.
And for you
I am grateful.
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Greeting
Greeting, Beloved,
Cool breeze sweeping the valley
Moisturised by dew—
—
Roses
Roses, Beloved
Gift born by Mother Nature.
A beau with sharp thorns—
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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!
🐣
Moment To Simply Live
Life pace, Beloved
Chosen wisdom, loved glory
Of everyday life—
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I wish to retire at 52 and will be a person with not too many layers of identity, being a human being living a slower-paced life, contributing to smaller society and community with my own hands with all my heart and soul, respected as I am I am not as I am who is associated to prominent organizations.
One of good friends reminded me to get prepared for that will definitely be a much different life. There won’t be luxurious facilities enjoyed, privilege given, smiles and hand shake or bow. She says it’s gonna be a true life though loved and respected by those with genuine love and respect. No transactional courtesy, all is about friendship and humanity.
When? Still long time to go but short enough because now I live in a fast-paced life.
Time to prepare.
Once retired, I won’t want to be in contact with those who have respected me because of business or money. They should be eliminated from friendship. They will deserve others who have the capacity.
May all beings be happy. 💝
Colouring Days
Colours adorn day— Connect it to a mood which Is the token. Not?
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Flowers can give positive vibes in the room and even in the house. Working from home takes more effort to stay vibrant as for at least 8 hours some employees won’t be in “real contact” with other human beings; online platform can’t fully accommodate the actual need of interaction among human beings.
One of my colleagues in China who has the same interest in flower with me sometimes sends pictures of her today’s flower display. Last week she sent white peony. She knows I really really really want to have peony, which isn’t available in Singapore.
To some ladies flower is a medicine, curing some disturbed moods.
May all beings be happy.
Cloudy Window
This love’s, Love never Dubious. It’s the window Clouded with questions.
Had a weekend call with one of my best friends and always ended up with haha hihi and hehe…. Joyful and fun! Yet love is always a-must topic. And today’s love’s topic was that it is never wrong —both the feeling and whom we love. It is questionable when we expect the same from those that we love.
Painful! Indeed. Like getting beaten by snow flakes in the coldest winter on the way to the warm summer. Whether you survive through the journey or you return to the previous path.
Let’s walk on!
May all beings be happy.
Hibiscus Or Rose?
Perennial shrubs: Diehard under tough weather It’s her, Beloved. Don’t see her a rose. She be Hibiscus— cheap and no thorn....
🌺
Four-Letter Words
Four-letter word, Love. I take love to deal with you. With full risk I know.
God talks about love. Religion talks about love. Many people refer to divinity and humanity.
Rumi talked about love. Ibn Arabi talked about love. People interpret their topic of love in wide spectrum: lustily physical, romantic, humanity, divinity — from the simple to the absurd. And it is always beautiful whatever the perspective is, as long as love becomes the foundation.
You can approach love from your own experience, the message is simply between Lover and Beloved. People may judge your message of love, but you are the truest judge to yourself….
From a seed of awe Grew secret admiration. Joy in painful hide Summed up by a flash farewell— I love you from where I am.
Love is actually personal experience that internally grows or flickers out based on the quality and responses. I find in my experience loving someone for many years without him knowing it until we took a farewell—he might only know he is special to me and not more; love grows but wisely stops expecting anything. Why expecting if you don’t even get the expected responses from the person and there is no entrance to learn more about the one that you love? Poor me? No, I’m lucky that love has tested me and I pass.
Yes, the most important thing is to test love, how true it is. What if your love isn’t intense anymore? How if the one you love doesn’t love you? How if you find your love evolves? All those rubbish absolutely happen. 😂
It is always good to talk about love. Love deserves a talk, in either low or high pitch, anger or soberness, silence or crowd, far or near, laze or excitement….
A bunch of roses Present flowers, leaves, stems, thorns— Where is the root, Love? It’s left in the heart, where growth Is truer and forever.
Yet for those who never contemplate or who don’t care, love is difficult to embrace and feel. The vibe can be so fake or vague without physical presence. They need definition of love, which can only degrade the quality of it. Just do….
What have I ranted about?
Too much for the last day of new year’s holiday but too good to be unsaid to start very good years ahead!
I send my best regards to you across the ocean. Happy and Healthy New Year! I love you from where I am.
May all beings be happy.
Singapore – January 4, 2021 – last day of holiday / 14:10
Dark, Fragrant Beauty
A bunch of roses, Send this prayer as a gift To those remembered Through air, land, water, fire in Dark, fragrant beauty. Amen.
I pray with flowers in a glass vase every week: reciting beautiful verses to those I’ve loved and remembered especially the ancestors, whispering unsaid love to those faraway, wishing they be happy everyday. Some people consider it ancient practice and not applicable or acceptable as modern but I feel more connected to my own self by doing it. So making it a habit
I love the dark mood of today’s flowers combined with my “sogan handmade batik”. It painted a shade of dark beauty with special fragrance and colour.
May all beings be happy.
They Prefer Dying – haiku
They prefer dying
To living with a big heart
Full of guilt and love?
Singapore – March 7, 2020 / 16:00
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One of my good friends called me yesterday ranting why I should put unnecessary personal risk by allowing myself to continue business trip to one particular country during this COVID-19 outbreak, while others decided to drop their trips there.
“Rijk, you’re just a statistic. If you die, hundreds will fight for this hot seat. And life goes on without you because you are just a bit of trillions of forgotten memories.”
“I just feel I’m very healthy and I’m gonna be fine.”
“One last reminder: a rose will only be remembered when it dies.”
“You are scaring me? You mean I will die because of the virus?”
“Yes, in a way that you should not be a fool today just to avoid busy end of year. You never know what’s going on. That country will never disclose the real situation. Look! Historically their ancestors preferred ending their life in an irresponsible escapade entitled as honoured suicide to making peace with their own life. They can’t bear guilt or shame. Hey, Rijk remember they might not be able to bear love. So better think twice about your adoration to anything or anyone from that country. Hahahaha….!”
Bloody cold-hearted friend!!!
My head shakes. Should I cancel all my trips to that country?
My heart stands still. I will be fine and I’m going.
May all beings be happy…. 🙏🏼
Bold Petals – haiku
Bold petals of red
Roses among thorns dry out
By the Wind of North.
GH Jakarta — May 8, 2018
Red But Not Rose (haiku)
Red’s blossoming
Bright, under new year sun —
But not rose.
Red but not rose
Flourish along the Orchard —
Imported beauty.
Tames – February 20, 2015 – 5:00pm
Mawar – haiku (Rose)
Embun pagi
Murni dan jernih, membungkus rekahan —
Mawar merah.
Morning dew
Pure and clean, wraps the blossom —
of red, red rose.
Makati SRL – January 27, 2015 – 9:09pm
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