Plunge!

Hello, cool water!
Long time no see. Time to play
I’ll plunge, you’ll catch me.

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Vast water is my phobia. When “too many mind”, I would imagine big snake or big shark swimming in the pool and cause me stop swimming. People might think I swim for 1.5 to 2 hours but actually only 20 to 30 minutes; the rest would be walking hopping dancing in the water and sitting near the pool. Stupid things are medicine. 😁

Water heals: giving freshness to the body, washing away stiffness and tense, training the mind to be realistic 💝

“Maybe swimming in the morning so that you won’t imagine shark and snake?” said my friends. “No, water doesn’t go well with sun ray; they would burn the skin darker and darker,” said I. 😜

Life is often misunderstood by those with phobia. The only thing is to see things as they are. Some dangers won’t be actually present; they are only an exaggeration by the mind. Shark and snake exist out there where divers are risking their life for fun. Amateur swimmer will only meet dry leaves and sudden heavy rain. Live simply and sweetly like swimming calmly and gracefully….

Hey, hey! Sometimes I think how many people have peed in this pool. 🤮

May all beings be happy.

kick the bad thought and go back to water, lady! 👎🏼🏊🏼‍♀️

Universe Consists Of Orbits

Orbit, Beloved
A line when I am aligned
With you. Only you—

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You are the center of my orbit. Either I am a planet or a comet, I’m circumambulating around you.

Missing you much, I whisper “Gravity, Gravity, Gravity….

Ballads of You In Me

I love myself who
Loves you with unsent flowers
And restricted time.

What about you, Love?
Have you fallen in love, too
With me? Or never?

You love yourself who
Loves me loving you. We’ll meet
When the dream is done.

When will it be, Love?
You hold the ropes of all joints,
Awaken by you.

I wish to wake up
Before sunrise when we are
Still madly in love.

I wish you are there
Holding my hand, flying me
To next dreams with love.

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Too much love will kill? It depends on how love is defined.

Why killing if it is the reason why I wake up in the morning,

…. If it is the cause that drives me to wish happiness,

…. If it is a detail that makes a picture clear,

…. If it is the air running through respiratory system,

…. If it is the blood flowing through capillary system,

…. If it is the history through which one reality lives and dies then lives then dies then lives again and again and again to meet you?

I am afraid you are not awake when I am, or you are awake when I doze off.

Can we meet in each other’s dream at least?

Salaam….

dream catcher

Being Green

Green is forever
On the belt of this round earth.
How would I leave it?

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It is green that makes things fresh and refreshing. When I was young, I thought being young was too long a time and I wanted to grow older soon so that I could wear my eldest sister’s beautiful skirts and dresses. Now I’m old, I feel that there was so much I should have done that I’ve missed. If given the chance to get back to that period, I would be this me but with a little more shade of patience and enjoyed everything with no fear. Alas! I thank God though that I don’t have to get back to that period as there were incidents I never want to re-experience at any cost.

Being green being young, I’ll keep it in heart and soul. Let my body weaken, but my inner stays fresh without boredom to spread the vibes like the khatulistiwa which stays green as long as human beings want to breathe fresh air.

May all beings be happy. 💝

corn soup – green lunch, dinner, between lunch and dinner on it one whole day 😜
“bubur sumsum pandan ijo” – green brunch, lunch, dinner, snack on it one whole day 🙃

Trust

Cool breeze sweeps dry leaves,
Branches stretch to where Wind blows.
Where do you go, Wind?

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How can I ignore my own silence? How can I listen to the noise more? It is tiring to leave my own self behind, I’m doing it though. I haven’t trusted my self. 🙃

This mind acts like dry leaves, scrambling frantically just because of cool breeze. Sometimes it moves lazily in panic pulled by strong wind, changing directions every now and then. Lightly and heavily moving because of doubt and fear of failure—

Trust is what can help. Trust that there is a net catching me when I free fall. Trust that there is light at the end of the tunnel although I haven’t seen it yet. Trust that I’m in process, not lost.

Trust is a light word, weighing as heavy as an unmovable mountain.

May all beings be happy. 💝

Empty

Empty jar with air,
Looks empty? I breathe the air,
Beloved. Empty?

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Empty isn’t always as it is, depending on which eyes one is using to scrutinise the reality. Reality? Debatable indeed. What is seen isn’t fact yet; it is still a perspective.

So, don’t worry too much about how they perceive others. It’s not a fact, it’s a bunch of perspectives that can change based on where they stand.

Being empty is often needed. Imagine getting constipated for one week. The only thing to dream of will be emptying stomach.

🚽

empty jar, tightly closed, vacuum chamber

Picture from Amazon

Tomorrow May Never Come

I love you today
With heart and soul. Tomorrow?
It’s done and will go.

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Live as if there is no tomorrow. People die. People forget. Do good while now is here.

Blessed those who live today.

Salaam…

Reflections

The eyes, Beloved,
Bury what was once alive,
Mark eternity.

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Maybe it’s your eyes when I look in to them. And mine when I look through the heart.

Welcome the weekend.

Limited Edition For Unlimited Time

Only, Beloved,
Unnecessary limit.
Roam. Do celebrate.

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Weekend always opens my eyes to see that life isn’t only about balancing or fulfilling. Life is sometimes about emptying what’s full and making regular things odd, because celebrating is about putting one more milestone where a journey restarts.

September, thank you for giving me many signs which I can and cannot read. The unread is queueing to be deciphered. Wish you give me the answers so I can have more celebrations in life.

May all beings be happy…. 💝

my dream is to cook my own biryani soon, now eating it from the store is a dream-come-true – I didn’t see the need of unpacking it. Hajaaaar! 😄🥰

Three Words

Three words wait for you
To say to those around you:
Beloved darling—

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Words in poem

Colours in painting

Voice in songs

Air in breath

Prayer in silence

Steps in walk

Choose one way to say I love you…

Harvest

If I can meet you,
I won’t stop calling your names.
Harvesting blessings—

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The orchids are bringing me some time to sit at home, admiring the beauty of nature gifts in pots.

Sometimes I don’t know what to do except accepting what is because beauty is just like that. Just like what?

Just like calling your names 💝

Salaam…

this lasts for about 3 months
these duets are the most frequent show-off
she’s been around 1.5 months and still shiny

this white, favourite colour of mine

Chicken And Egg

If you love yourself,
Fry some eggs, sit on the porch,
Think of fried chicken.

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When eating egg, why thinking about chicken? This mind is a monkey— nimble and energetic when awake. It only sleeps, when the holder is dead. I’m still alive so let the mind move freely, with a fence right on an edge of a cliff.

Happy weekend!

🐥🐣

yum yum!
beautiful tamagoyaki my version 🙊🙉🙈
isn’t it too big?
3 to 4

Be Hungry, Don’t Starve

Hunger, Beloved,
A good friend. Not starving though—
The latter’s killing.

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Hungry is needing and nurturing; starving is craving and suffering. Knowing what is needed becomes significant; be just hungry, not extremely hungry that causes craving for more than the capacity.

…. In another case, love. Don’t demand. Universe know what you deserve. 💝

I’m a happy birthday-clown; ready to kiss the world and kick the other side of it. 👻

Welcome one new cycle. Give me good surprises, the bad are all expired!

Salam….

today’s early dinner, also this year’s celebration – many happy return! was it hunger or starvation? 😛

Beauty

Beauty, Beloved,
Prescribed by culture; differed
Through one’s perspective—

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When I was young, I faced difficulty in describing beauty. It was always society’s perspective taken. A question of “why beauty is so rigid” remained preserved.

Getting more mature, I got more freedom to describe what beauty was and found there was wider spectrum of what beauty was.

Now beauty is in everything everywhere as the eyes are not only seeing things through what’s culturally ascribed or prescribed. They have achieved a point that what are unlimitedly created can be freely appreciated. And, so is beauty—

We are created by The Beautiful who loves beauty. Why would not see all through the eyes of the creator?

May all beings be happy.

not perfectly beautiful coz it would dig my wallet too deeply if I wanted more; this is perfectly matched my beautiful day though and that’s perfect! 💝

Live Forever

Glory, Beloved,
Living doubts by loving hopes.
Time is my beacon.

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Reading the holy book, I found time is used to testify for many different things in different verses. Night, morning, dawn, dusk, time, moments, etc are used repeatedly in a lot of diction. It shows how important and powerful time is.

By the ˹passage of˺ time! Surely humanity is in ˹grave˺ loss, except for those who have believed and done righteous deeds and advised each other to truth and advised each other to patience. (Al-‘Ashr/The Declining Time)

Time is that precious that it is scripted as proverb in some culture. Time is money in a culture that indicates people will lose money if they don’t manage the time well. Time is sword in another one that indicates only when sharpened, it will effectively work in a battle. In other cultures time is integrated in the life schedule related to seasons and celebrations.

What is time to this person? Not money, not sword. Time is a sign telling to start, to stop, to pause, to continue, to turn, to go straight or to take U-turn. Time is a when falling on to a nice where to create a moment of truth.

As long as the beacon beams its light, I’ll continue the journey.

Even if forever? Yes, even if forever as I know forever is a count down.

Shape A Good Heart

Good heart, Beloved,
What blossoms her life. Always.
Bright light in the dark—

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Human being with good heart looks weak. Yes. Not always though

Human being with good heart looks stupid. Yes. Not always though

Human being with good heart looks naive. Yes. Not always though

Human being with good heart looks vulnerable. Yes. Not always though

With all those, she’s still seeking all ways to shape a good heart. Failure. Pain. Sadness. Vulnerability. Anger. Disappointment. All those are nothing but chisels sculpting the best figure in the right place at the right time.

Thanks for sending me all those human beings with good heart along this journey.

May all beings be happy.

Salaam….

where I am now after my Japanese class – this heart is filled with joy! 💝

Fresh And New

One note, Beloved,
A dewdrop touching the grass
Intonates a song.

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Whispering good prayers as softly as the the vapour drips millions of dewdrops in harmony on the grass, greeting the earth for a new day—

Salaam….

iphone wallpaper

Life Is Buying Time

Life is eternal.
Strand of dimensions through time
Bargained with good deeds
Also sins. How long? You guess.
Till creation’s obsolete?

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September is the month when age becomes major contemplation.

How can I get older yet be more stupid?

There is a consistent concern: that the older I am, the more things I don’t know. This impression grows stronger every year. There is only one getting better: forgetting people’s names. 😎

Will there be a world where I’m not getting older, not getting younger but growing better and brighter? I don’t know….

The convo with this good friend has always left me in deep thoughts about my own self especially in September. Thanks for the chat and good contemplation, Mbak Nungki.

Salam….

there’s another life at the end of the journey

Beauty In Spectrum

Canna, you’re a maze.
An intricate bright beauty—
May I have jasmine?

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Some people behave like a maze alive. While impressing others with beautiful look, fascinating sweetness, deathly charms; they often hide the truest true.

Perhaps they are not ready with vulnerability as a result of experiences of untrue relationships. Or, the worst scenario is they have hidden agenda.

While it works wonder in literary or art (some authors or artists want anonymity or pseudonymity, and their works are better sold), it won’t work in friendship. It will be a total failure to some extent.

What are people trying to hide from those called closest friends…. if at the end the untruthfulness stops the friendship from functioning well? Why should ones be pretending?

To someone who is being forced by life for a seclusion:

Please be strong and learn to be vulnerably honest about yourself to your own self.


Wish you the best of the best. You’re a butterfly in the making.
💝

May all beings be happy….

canna lily, “bunga tasbih” in Indonesian, the intricate bright beauty
jasmine sambac, “bunga melati” in Indonesian, the simple humble beauty

Too Many Mind, Dreams Stay Though

I lost a fur of my dream catcher.

The play-smart mind told me
“Find what’s the cause.”

The relaxed mind of me replied
“Alamak… It’s just a metal.”

The play-pretty mind said
“But it is now less pretty!”

The play-wise mind said
“Small one. I’m just being careless. Ok!”

The greedy mind said
“That’s a good reason to buy new ones!”

From behind the door, the naive one said
“Why so noisy? It doesn’t kill.”

…… #@$%^&*!

And the core is just smiling, not even opening its eyes.

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When talking to one’s own self, one should be ready to feel like crazy inside because one will suddenly realise even within one there are this one and that one, each of whom is craving for attention and needing entertainment.

Get entertained instead and they’ll be the most attractive acrobatics!

May all beings be happy.

dear dream catchers, I won’t buy new ones – you’ll stay as long as the dreams are flowing and vibrating 💕