What’s hidden’s beauty
Admiring silently.
Reciprocity—
——

getting off from bus #857, i saw something silently looking at me as saying “hey, sweet heart how was your day?”

it’s this beauty!
graphs of my Universe
What’s hidden’s beauty
Admiring silently.
Reciprocity—
——

getting off from bus #857, i saw something silently looking at me as saying “hey, sweet heart how was your day?”

it’s this beauty!
A best gift, my love
Knowing you seeing my heart.
Do you know my heart?
——

wooden comb is one best gift from myself to myself this year 😀
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.
——

this is how much beautifully humble my mother is — with that she has been highly respected by those surrounding her; I won’t be as respected as she is yet I want to at least preserve some part of her humbleness 💚
I wish I was in carrickfergus
Where the castle looks out to sea.
I would swim over the deepest ocean
For my love to be with me.
But the sea is wide
And I can not swim over
Nor have I the wings to fly
I wish I had a handsome boatman,
To ferry me over, my love and I.
(part of the lyrics)
——
Carrickfergus is a song that has charmed me with just some words in it and the flow of its music. Some words sound very old yet familiar to me, waking up something ancient in me that feels home.
Carrickfergus itself is a place in Ireland allegedly one of the oldest towns there. I’ve never wanted to visit the place although it is quite well known.
i have the cassette in which this song is in — yes, cassette that I bought back in 2002 😃
Everything is centred.
My mother.
Everything is meaningful.
My mother.
Everything is wisdom.
My mother.
——

she was meeting her doctor for medical review on her birthday today — she said her health and children are the best gift forever 💕

Ibu and me in Jabal Rahmah (Mount of Love), 2016 — wishing our love spread to everyone around us

a tumpeng by me for my mother, sent via WhatsApp 🙂
Soak the self in love.
Treat the life with all blessings.
Every breath counts hope.
——

these ingredients will be soaked in water for two days before applied to hair after shampoo
this time: rice + ginger + rosemary + pomelo rind
I flipped this body down
To see the world upside down
My first effort brought frown
Still I decided to go on
I’m hanging my satchel
I’m hanging my pole
I’m taking all as it is
From behind the scroll
——

this is my favourite photo of mine although I don’t look good at all: I’m simply upside down with fun as how I see the world outside my work, trying to relax by seeing things from different perspectives and understanding others’ esp those disagreeing with me —

to me most of the time caption is more important than picture and I always like to tease my friends with my caption and some usually cannot stop commenting although irrelevantly 😀
Even if
I love
You,
I won’t chase
You.
I am a tiny dust,
They are giant stars.
I realise at last,
Their silence gives me scars.
I am a wandering centre
That spins peacefully,
In solitude
Giving blessings
From a distance
Until someday
They can feel what I feel,
They can see what I see,
They can hear what I hear,
They can taste what I taste,
They can touch what I touch,
They not be what I not be.
——

still, centred yet wandering with the universe
Evacuate. Now.
Hundreds of steps in the dim.
Sorry, false alarm.
——

this morning I felt kind of alarmed; nervous at the same time energised because of alarm going off early morning in the hotel — fire warden in action; run run run! lucky enough I stayed on 11th floor, not the highest! 👍🏽

with other guests who were (I guessed) sleepy and not ready to show themselves up to the world

no need to dress up! I just grabbed my MacBook, iPhone and my sling bag, left other stuff less important (although important) — oh my! predictably I saw many were wearing “whatsoever as long as wearing things” 😝 tired as well as entertained 😂

in the assembly point waiting, waiting and waiting — false alarm
the hotel rep said “We are terribly sorry. It is a false alarm and all guests would you please go back to your room? We will arrange a compensation for you all affected. We once again apologise to you for the inconvenience caused. Sorry, Ma’am. Sorry, Sir….”

a love letter I found arriving in the room this evening 🙏🏼
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
Let’s 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
Don’t 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
“Timeout!”
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?
——-

time is short when you smile and forever when you pout
Useful link about Time
If there is luxury
I can always boast,
It is time
With which horizon broadens,
Spectrum of truth unrolls,
Insight sharpens,
Heart softens,
Wisdom drips, drops then flows;
Love goes on.
——

what time is it? wanna be back to London — when when…. 😊
Useful link for Greenwich
Luxury, my love
What makes one feel fortunate,
Feel responsible.
Luxury, my love
Not brand, not price tag. It’s mind
Bursting new spirits.
Luxury, my love
You can bluff but you can’t trade
With a true spirit.
Luxury, my love
What you’ve failed, what you’ve too learnt
About the deep wounds.
——

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
Mirror,
Mirror
On the wall!
Show me clearly
Afterall
What’s been
Lingering
In this fall.
Whether massive darkness
Or just shadow
That crawls.
——

only selfie when feeling good and truly willing to see what’s reflected by the mirror
Sweetness of this life,
Interchangeable
Only with
The heart
That sings love songs.
——

pastry that charms sweetness sensor tonight mixed with friendship woke me up
“long time! we’ve been waiting with so much to share. you’ve won your battle. be happy.”
thank you, Bangkok! you should have told me earlier that what looks grand might be a shadow reflected by water in a pond with little light coming in
let’s sing love songs no matter what
Thank you, mid autumn
For showing a firmer end
Of uncertain path
Having trapped the traveler
In a maze of blinking stars.
——
Happy Mid Autumn Festival

between chopsticks

on a spoon

in a cone

among stars

shadowed by birds

by the sea

over a castle
Note: pictures sent by a colleague
Once my master said
“Be kind,
Yet don’t let evil take the wheel.
You know where to go
And no one but you
Is to drive your fate.”
Once my master said
“Be generous,
Yet don’t get misled.
You know how to count
And no one but you
Is to solve the equation.”
Once my master said
“Be careful,
Yet don’t forget to have fun.
You know how to celebrate
And no one but you
Is to throw the party.”
Once my master said
Nothing.
It was time for me to go
To trace my own path
And no one but me
Is to walk the talk.
And here I am,
One heart,
One word,
One journey.
Just
One.
——

to me this is just one cup of tea, to the helper it is all her kindness, pride and maybe survival in one act — thank you, Ma’am for your sincere smile and the tea 💕 you are the master of service 🙏🏼 I bow to the divine in you 💕
When hunger invites,
Would you attend or fight back?
A game anyway—
——

rambutan behind the green

spring rolls
I am not a fully kind human being
And that’s why I try my best to be kind to those around me
Everyday.
Be kind.
It is though a choice.
Being kind
By dealing with it with integrity
Or
By staying away.
Once staying away,
I stay away forever.
That’s my kind
Of respect
Especially to those
Personally,
Loudly or silently
Disrespecting me.
——

most of us don’t know each other but many of us decide to respect each other

many of us are reluctant to disclose most of our unhappiness and many of us decide to respect each other
Crowning black gets grey,
Surfing through tunnels of time.
There is no U-turn.
——

long, black with some grey showing — excited to have this long hair to caress ♥️
Fragrance of sambac
Ferries the wish to the love
Reborn with new scents.
——
The death of my beloved nephew at young age (22 yo) is one extreme turning point in how I see life and what is in it.
I am not sad anymore and not considering it a loss anymore. Just drying tears and grateful smiles so — remembering how good his life was. How someone with so big mental wound could survive life by serving others in such a fun witty ways. 🥰 We now know how much we loved him and how tremendously he loved us.
Yet….

reborn
not interested in talking in group except for work;
prefer seeing life more lightly yet deeply at the same time;
choose to seclude myself by doing what I can do genuinely; if not, I will stay away;
respond to human interaction differently and it might have hurt people in outer rings; it doesn’t matter
still the same human being yet not the same anymore;
so amazed how losing loved ones can change someone so significantly. And the reality shows me whom are real and unreal, true and untrue…. 💚
Life is mysteriously beautiful.
Thank You so very much!
Alfatihah.

my younger brother’s 1st son was a newborn death; my older brother’s sons: one died at 10, the other at 22 — wishing them to be reborn with love, prosperity and luck 💕😊 you’re (always) in my heart and (sometimes) at my left wrist, boys! 💕💕😊
Ayutthaya greets
A heart that sings a love song.
A wat witnesses.
——

from 2010 to 2012 Thailand was my playground esp in the area of food processing , from 2013 up to now is for electronic mostly in Ayutthaya — Sala Ayutthaya is always my favourite here, thank you…. 😘
Trees dance in the wind,
Send love messages through leaves.
Colours of autumn—
——

beautiful as my eyes claim 💕
You are not a star.
Never.
A star brightly rises.
A star magnificently sets.
You might be upset
As a star is what is adored
By many.
Don’t be a star,
It is born,
It dies.
A seen star is thousands years of its history—
Illusion.
You are the earth.
Always.
Who lets the sun rise
And lets the sun set
Sincerely.
The earth is loved
By many.
When I see the earth
I see a present moment
Of everything about it.
I am grounded to earth.
It is where I live, love and laugh
Sincerely.
You are
A star not.
——

a star is a dream; the earth is where I live, love and laugh sincerely
Note: picture is from Pinterest; I wanted a Java island on the earth with stars above yet could not find any 🙂
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.
——

May all beings be happy 💕

free from suffering

…. and also to you across the ocean ♥️
Lessons are to learn
As books to read, air to breathe,
Life to put meaning.
——

the Japanese wooden dolls in the reception of the language center where I learn Japanese lessons
— ありがとうございます 💕
The gift she receives
Is a seed growing so deep
Before high to sky.
——

a birthday gift for myself
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.
——

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
How sweet is your heart?
Warm as sun of the beach? Or
Cool as mountain breeze?
——

coconut ice cream 💕 as sweet as warm heart, as cold as ignorance — the stick is made of sugarcane
Make bread and butter
Special
Among ordinary days
Even if it’s
Just by differently spreading
Butter on the bread.
Finding ordinary special
Is where blessings reside.
——

a bite or two to thank life for everything
Queueing clear glasses
Line up to contain liquid.
Freshening the hope.
——

glasses
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