Lining Momentum

Years,
Months,
Days,
Hours,
Minutes,
Seconds
Are countable;
Yet,
The feeling I’m walking with
To you
Is beyond
Any calculation.

Can I count on
You,
Beloved?

Hit the gong
When
You
Are in.

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It’s beautiful to love you. Every moment of it…. 💝

gong is an instrument in Javanese gamelan; gong is hit at the beginning or end of a line of one set of musical tones

A Who Who Is Missed

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 🙏🏼

Morning Has Broken

Morning has broken.
Path’s cleared by last night’s rain. I—
Miss you in the dark.

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New day, please bless me…. 🤍 Erase all the torturing memories even from the best listed ones…. Amen….

Maybe He’s Right

Listen, Beloved
To one softest voice inside.
Whisper of the far—

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This person said what sounds crispy yummy and cracks a door inside, resonating what’s the heart has believed for ages. He might be right. He might be…. Or not.

Will Smith has never failed me. He’s never…. Or not yet.

Weekend pulls me to herd immunity with love…. Or not.

Always about love. Always…. Or not.

💝