graphs of my Universe
I wish you a fresh air
That brings coolness in a hot day,
And lullabies me in a cold night.
I wish you a unique vibe
That loves me romantically,
And beautifies yourself naively.
—
banana flower salad — fresh and beautiful
young rice ice cream only in autumn βΊοΈ — unique and cool
CαΊ£m Ζ‘n, Hanoi ππΌ
This fool
Is learning
Through
Humming and
Walking with a friend and
Greeting fun adventures and
Kissing the flowers and the air.
Hello,
Fool.
Be sweet life!
—
one of my best friends is a prominent tarot master in Ubud, whose reading always reminds me that I am The Fool — thank you, De Nov β£οΈ
Losing is a sign,
A sign to either find,
Or let it go off the mind.
All is fine.
—
i lost my Airpod case with one earset in it; not panicky as losing or forgetting small things is my middle name — not in the bag, sure not at taxi as bag was never unzipped in the ride — i sent email to the hotel saying that my Airpod with one earset left was in the room — yes! it was found and safe kept — see you next month! π
Some people choose flowers,
Some ice cream,
Some either as the chair is the glazed pleasure,
Not what's before.
—
there is a chair behind flowers, there is a chair behind ice cream — which chair do you want to sit on?
In Javanese culture chair symbolizes status, authority, power.
The chair can also be compared with someone who gives one’s lap for sitting that symbolizes comfort, indulgence.
Seems like those two are different but both can give the same quality of life either positively or negatively.
When someone gives you comfort as if you are everything, yes you might be everything but that person at the same time is controling your status, your authority, control your power — making you a puppet graciously. Graciously at least, you said.
There is a Javanese adage “wong yen wis dipangku mesthi mati” that can mean “put someone on your lap and s/he will die”.
Pangku or pangkon is one device in Javanese script to “close”, to “kill” a “root consonant” at the end of a word. When an alphabet is followed by a pangkon device, it will turn to a closed consonant, a “dead” end.
pangkon: the Javanese alphabet that provides lap to a root consonant and closes or kills it π
e.g.: how “harusa”, “makana”, “minuma”, “bapaka”, “rudala” and “kusuta” are turned to “harus”, “makan”, “minum”, “bapak”, “rudal” and “kusut” by a indulging pangkon
Congratulations. You’ve got a chair. You’ve sat on a comfortable lap. You are the master of a universe. Yet remember, the chair can topple down, the lap is just a part of an individual who has mind– the master mind that governs you. You lose without truthfully winning. π
I see just a chair. With flowers. Or with ice cream. Or with both. Or without any. Both sweet through different senses, enticing for comfort. For just a glance. For just a sniff. For just a lick. For just a second. And then blended with a familiar taste name “just now”, a dead end before now.
A chair is a past tense adorned by a hope.
Dear, Life. Thanks much for the endless love. I need no chair except the mountain under the white cloud. I need no lap but breathing this fresh air. And how much ever I want someone or something, I will never take them from their chairs or their laps. Let them be empowered or expelled there — it is their best place. Be peacefulβ£οΈ
Let me be with those sitting on no chair but the lap of a naked soul. β£οΈ
Thank you, dear mother tongue. Even your Phonetics and Phonology bear insight and wisdom.
Thank you, my twisted-cum-twisting mind.
Coincidently waking up
With light breath
And open eyes
In a good morning
That calls for
Another day.
Some don't know the feel
And it's just a coincidence
For me?
How fair life is!
How unfair life is!
Be blessed, dear.
Be blessed everyday
With the blessings
That come from
Every other way.
—
That coincidence often comes as blessings might have been ingrained in me, even more.
One Coldplay-big-fan friend said to me some time ago “If you have spare ticket for Coldplay in Singapore, please sell it to me.” He really wanted to watch Coldplay in many different places. Seems to him Coldplay has brought in a lot of good meanings into his life. Not denying this possibility, I have to admit the lyrics are powerful for those wanting to look deep in to their own selves.
I said “I will but it is a very thin chance knowing this band has tremendously massive lovers.”
Sorry, friend….
Yet one fine day in January one good friend from Jakarta texted me asking if he can let me buy two Jan 30’s Coldplay show tickets as he was “suddenly” assigned for a biz trip and would not make it to be in Singapore for the show. What a blow! This friend and his wife would have met me before or after the show so I was kind of upset to hear the news. Yet at the same time I remembered that one friend would be super excited to buy the tickets.
What a coincidence!
Long story short the Coldplay-big-fan friend agreed to buy two. He wanted to watch with his friend this time.
Some time after he agreed, he texted me again saying that his friend could not fly in for the show. Honestly I felt it was another coincidence as I was also thinking of going again – I found listening to “Biutyful” live was addictive to me. So, I asked if it was ok for me to buy the other ticket: Coincidently he agreed; he must have really wanted to watch with his special friend yet he welcomed me nicely.
excited in my 3rd watch! more? no, no, it was the last for the “Music of The Spheres World Tour”, now time to enjoy them back in Apple Music π
So, this time we watched from above. A very stunning view with all the well-arranged illumination and performance.
Another coincidence. My friend and I didn’t say anything about which tee to wear yet both of us happened to wear the same one: Coldplay 2023 Tokyo special edition design. Wow!
We both went crazy blended with others who were as crazy as us. I don’t know when I will meet him again after the show but I truly thank him for giving me a lesson that someone can love something (in his case a band) that he is capable of explaining almost all fun facts about the band that I didn’t even think exist. Memorizing all songs’ lyrics, knowing albums and EP contents, and so on and so forth! Thank you, KM-san! God bless you. ππΌ
I asked him how he could memorise all lyrics. His answer was annoyingly true “If you love something, you will remember.” Damn! I just realized forgetful is my middle name especially when dealing with passwords and where I put small stuff. π
Jan 31 was another merry day. My niece watched with her best friend and they stayed overnight in my home after that. Her friend is a journalist who knows how to access “Kampung Badui Kanekes” that I have dreamed of visiting. To my excitement he agreed to escort me to visit the unique ethnic group in Banten anytime I want to go. β₯οΈ
Should I underestimate a coincidence? Or, actually there is no that that we call coincidence. It is just a lesson that we never clearly see and (hopefully) later will be well learnt.
Thank You!!!!
among all this is my favourite photo – Angel Moonβ£οΈ BIUTYFUL!!!
favourite of mine β₯οΈ
To look you up
Like my breakfast's
Sunny side up.
—
did my best although my sunny side up is not round — i folded it π
Now here, Beloved
Is the best nowhere to go.
Breathing, close your eyes.
—
gethuk sukun with grated palm sugar π for today’s breakfast! long weekend will be full of home cooking and some fun now and here
happy long weekend fully home…. no no fully home, maybe biking or walking too
waking up hungry, i went to kitchen this morning; re-steam the sukun then put one big slice in the mortar
yesterday aunty cleaning service knocked my door and showed me a big sukun (breasfruit) saying “Ma’am, would you mind cutting this into 2, one for me and and for you” — she promised me to give some sukun harvested from a tree at the green swimming pool; of course i did it happily! thank you very much, Aunty! π
i loved to eat it steamed or fried back home — can i grow it in my backyard? π
About sukun
A guest, Beloved:
Someone enjoying your home
Then a warm farewell
—
it’ was either me or my friend the guest here; yet we both enjoyed today’s dinner so much
How do you look, Love?
Are you as fierce as tigers?
Or as cute as cats?
—-
picture from Pinterest
selfie is a modern version of self portrait — we can be the best artist we’ve ever wanted and shown the world the best version of our interpretation of our appearance
I love selfie — it is a freedom to see myself, not always good yet that’s me π
i tried to paint a self portrait yet the result is sooo artistic that I can’t recognise my own self π i have a friend who is painting not really nicely but able to capture the character of the subjects — i should practice more β₯οΈ
I think one year is good enough to at least knowing how to capture the character, painting nicely is never my goal
goal: capture the tigerness in my catness and the vice versa β£οΈπ
I'm a river
Forgotten when reaching the sea.
Nothing I can brag about this name.
I'm almost reaching estuary,
A transit for this memory.
I won't stop,
Home is soon to see.
—-
how great, how clear, how far the rivers can be; they will be forgotten once reaching the sea — union after separation
Picture borrowed from https://www.neefusa.org/story/water/what-estuary
Can you feel the excitement,
Dearest
Of a mochi maker
Imagining you chew what
He makes?
Mochi is
His masterpiece
Presented to life
Everyday
Through the excitement of
Your teeth!
Praise
Him.
The mochi maker
ββ
a ball of mochi that I skipped as I was too full after gobbling all other dishes β yet I didnβt forget to bless it and the maker
I donβt know who made the mochi yet they truly a group of human beings that amazed me with the softness and roundness of this mochi
see you again! π
The tree sows thousands of seeds
That fly to all directions
And never return
Until the wind stands up
And calls.
Which seeds come back?
Any
That hear a mother
Beautifully sings with love
Humbly whispers with peace
About home
Full of
Love.
ββ
this is how much beautifully humble my mother is β with that she has been highly respected by those surrounding her; I wonβt be as respected as she is yet I want to at least preserve some part of her humbleness π
Everything is centred.
My mother.
Everything is meaningful.
My mother.
Everything is wisdom.
My mother.
ββ
she was meeting her doctor for medical review on her birthday today β she said her health and children are the best gift forever π
Ibu and me in Jabal Rahmah (Mount of Love), 2016 β wishing our love spread to everyone around us
a tumpeng by me for my mother, sent via WhatsApp π
Time is
Paradoxical.
Luxury for those knowing how short it is,
Ordinary as everyone is given.
Time is
Relative.
Those transacting in life say
Time is money.
Those knowing its sharpness say
Time is like sword.
Those valuing milestones say
Letβs race with time.
Those mismanaging things say
I have no time.
Those loving you say
I have all time.
Those knowing your struggle say
Please take your time.
Those having super speed say
Donβt waste your time.
How do you say about
Your time?
You decide.
One to remember
There is no referee in life
To whom you can shout
βTimeout!β
Time flows.
Time flies.
Time walks.
Time runs.
Time swims.
Time dives.
You may want to stop it,
Yes you can
Only if you stop everything
At the same time for
Every body
Everywhere.
Can you?
ββ-
time is short when you smile and forever when you pout
Useful link about Time
Luxury, my love
What makes one feel fortunate,
Feel responsible.
Luxury, my love
Not brand, not price tag. Itβs mind
Bursting new spirits.
Luxury, my love
You can bluff but you canβt trade
With a true spirit.
Luxury, my love
What youβve failed, what youβve too learnt
About the deep wounds.
ββ
not the Aman Jiwo Hotel making it luxurious, it is Borobudur temple, Menoreh Hill and all the Javanese villages and tradition conserved as surrounding is the real luxury
The bow that launches
Is the arrow that is shot:
An exhibit by the
One
That honour is inevitably
Gorgeous
For that
Respecting
From that
Witnessing.
Salute to the bowstring.
ββ
I have learnt how to genuinely respect my teachers and other human beings even more after learning meditation in Bali Usada β I humbly thank you, Pak Merta Ada. I bow to the divine in you and all my fellow Tapa Brata participants ππΌ
it was a sunny day so Pak Merta Ada invited us all to end the Tapa Brata with 1-hour meditation under the blessed bodhi tree β hope health and calmness be granted to all of us β₯οΈ
Pak Ishak giving his testimony about the noble silence, Ibu Lady his wife video shooting him β the oldest participants in this Tapa Brata 2 we all cordially respect
canang under a tree as a daily respect to it for being part of the environment protection
torch ginger is the most grown herb in Bali Usada meditation center β yummy and fragrant when cooked
π
Three of us stayed in bungalow #4 for 12 days of which in 1st-11th we didnβt talk to each other. We just took turn of using bathroom, switching on/off light at 3:30am and 10:00pm, making sure towel racks were sunbathed, replenishing toilet tissue, cleaning bathroom. All were done in silence in between meditation sessions, physical exercises, meals and lectures. Only at the last night after Tapa Brata was officially summed up, we could not stop sharing about our life journey until 2:00am.
Tami is 32, Fitri is 33 and I am 48: I am the oldest but I am the baby in meditation β they meditated 1.5 hours without changing position, I did but could not stop βngereogβ in the last 5 to 10 minutes.
My age doesnβt mean anything with these 2 ladies of harmonious mind.
See you again, my little sisters! Anicca! π
ngereog literally means performing reog dance; Tami used the word to describe someoneβs intense movement during meditation due to muscle stress π
Ibu Lady, Srimurni and I showered by the morning light right after morning meditation and no shower (yet) β Srimurni was one of those could not stop talking to me after the Tapa Brata π
pure friendship is such a magical bond π
Once again
Is a bonus
Becoming allowance
As it is
Again and again.
I wish another
After another
Again
And again
Until it is
Time to end.
ββ
βM 48th tomorrow. βVe never thought I would reach this age.
When I was 9, I almost died. When I was 24, I almost died. I thought I would die at 44. Itβs been huge blessings to be given another year.
another door before another door, 48 means a door to victory
My wish is simpler this year. After all failures and broken hearts, I wish for a warm home and a good job. Those two mean happiness to me. With a warm home, I can host my family and good friends. With a good job, I can leverage my role to help others around me improve their well being.
Amen.
Thank you!
There are steps prancing
On a line between two worlds
Within and without.
Lotus shows celebration,
Mud purification.
ββ
Twitter is getting louder and louder before election in Indonesia. Instagram is getting more and more showy with the holidays and parties coming.
I am happier not too much engaged with those two; Twitter is for me to keep abreast with political issues that help me make decision whom to vote in 2024 (I quit abstention this time after for the rest of my life) and Instagram is to tag and be tagged by family and friends. I am now even happier to have stopped stalking unnecessary accounts that made me scrolling and searching to gain nothing but sighs and shivers.
Only WordPress can hug me consistently warmly. Only WordPress can make me realise I have words to travel light, imagination to travel far, values and wisdom to travel with caution and good will to keep moving.
I am safe here.
π
how warm and jazzy that place was; see you again, Jazz Gunung Bromo next year! I am happy to be part of your warmth and jazz! ππΌ
Only by being true,
I find heaven.
They said it is after life,
Yet it is here now
Every time I see
Those who are true to me.
Good morning,
Real Heaven.
ββ
good bye, dunia tipu-tipu forever π
The water
Flowing
With singing ripples
The air
Flowing
With whistling whispers
The wrong
Flowing
With whirling apologies
The right
Flowing
With blessing forgiveness
The heart
Flowing
With reciting verses
The soul
Flowing
With chanting gratitudes
The music
Flowing
With dancing life
ββ
they bought it from amazon for me and keep it for my next visitβ my prayer is flowing with never-ending γγγγ¨γοΌ
rike jokanan 
You must be logged in to post a comment.