Sweetness In Heart

Beyond layered skies
Is beauty unknown, my Love
I’ll never give up.

This I wishes happiness to that you across the ocean although the you never knows….

God bless Louis Armstrong who’s bringing sweetness to the heart even when he is not here anymore. 💞

Loving Like Loving A Song

I want to love you
Like loving a song. It's free,
Everyone’s happy
Without jealousy, they sing
In joy.... While you’re still mine, Love—

What a luxury to love someone who’s been the favorite of many…. Sharing joy in silence….

Like this humble song from me to you…. A Javanese love song whose meaning is deep and joyful; filled with prayer and admiration to the beloved – whoever the beloved is meant by the singer.

Music is a beautiful wire connecting the hearts….

Enjoy.

Bahasa Kalbu – richly interpreted song

Often time a song, a poem, a picture, a statement is interpreted differently with a wide spectrum of difference, even poles apart.

It seems to happen to a song entitled “Bahasa Kalbu” (The Language of The Heart) in the following video that to me has been always a very beautiful love story as in a Lover meeting the Beloved — a love that comes real; yet most of the comments to the song sung by Raisa uploaded in YouTube are very sad and triggering tears.

Yet I think that song is properly entitled as it can be interpreted as per what language is spoken by each heart. Not sure if that is the real interpretation of the song, or just the video clip that leads the viewers to think that way.

I like the version by the young talented gorgeous Raisa but I love much more the original version by Titi DJ though, it depicts a brightly falling in love vibe! I love to love!

May all beings be happy….

Arid Land, His Heart

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....

May all beings be happy.

September – ranting

September is the most romantic month. The feeling maybe comes because I was born in September. Or, there may be other reasons that haven’t emerged yet through my mind. The taste granted now is that September is romantic for me.

Anyway, why isn’t a question I want to deal with about this. Just can’t wait to meet September again. Although I cancelled the 2020 annual major holiday (I claim it every September), I still think it is gonna be a great time!

September, be my sweet anchor forever.

May all beings be happy

Singapore – Aug. 1, 2020 / 21:59

Layers of Self – verses

There is time when Mr Grey is reluctant to evaluate others’
Actions,
Motions,
Emotions,
Notions—
For as much as the head’s dullness, true colours won’t lie
And untrue intentions will reveal.

In the mode of working class,
Putting layered of dignified masks in silence,
Enchanting intelligent chorus in public,
Smirking in the dark.
Beloved dedication
Decorated with
Stabbing behind—
….

Doesn’t it matter?
No—
Take a time
As long as Time wishes to be with you:
Hiding behind true Smile,
Singing in the Heart,
Reciting poems in the Soul.

Someday
When the floor invites you to dance,
Offering the best music of Life,
Then down to the floor!

Dance until the Light fades away
Which is never.

Now
Observe all the moves
Of the masks around you
Which will undo themselves

One by one.

May all beings be happy.

Singapore – Jun. 9, 2020 / 21:58

 

Celebrate your days! – haiku

Celebrate your day!
Every day! For all blessings
Poured down to your life.

Singapore – May 5, 2020 / 00:52

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Dear Self,
Every day is counted blessing, none of which is unworthy even if you experience unworthiness.

Never underestimate small detail. A piece of missing puzzle will break a big picture.

Thanks for all the blessed days, dear Life!

May all beings be happy. 🥰

Lark Is Singing For Moppy

I met Moppy last Monday in Jakarta. Hugging him for about 10 minutes at one time plus several minutes after that…. The sensation was he was saying “I am ok, never mind. It’s all right now.”

I felt that it would be my last time seeing him. The coming weeks would be a very hectic time and won’t probably good space to fly in to Jakarta again. That’s why I forced myself to meet him this week; whatever it takes to do…. But if he still wants to spare some time to be hugged, I’ll take his lead.

I feel a lark lingering around. She is singing songs telling me a handsome boy named Moppy is the messenger who brings messages to each of warriors around him – to keep striving for perfection in life. The songs are like flowing river, going to the ocean – ocean of growing love.

The lark is singing while perching, while flying – it’s a sign that the messages are constantly delivered – never stop even the warriors are focusing on something else.

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Moppy, if it’s your time, please don’t wait until the warriors are stopping to sit with you. Please take the lead and the warriors are following your way. The warriors are here to stay, deciphering the messages you have brought to them. Even some messages you bring are now not read, those unread would be found in time.

Moppy, throw away your little worry. The warriors have made their pledge that they would be faithful to their missions. That they would be on the right path until they meet you in the other side.

It’s a beautiful chance to be with you in life for just several hours. Been a precious time to hug you and to sing some songs for you….

My heart is filled with love and gratitude and forgiveness that may lead our way to the Light.

Sending my love, blessings and forgiveness to a handsome boy named, Moppy. Be comfortable…..

Singapura – June 3, 2015 – 10:29pm