A Path

A path to a place
Is walked through trees and uphills.
A meadow is waiting
Opening another path
To a warm home filled with love.

β€”

My friend sent me three photos of our beloved β€œsimbah” (those senior people who are considered wise or those who have grandchildren) – Javanese). Most people call these simbah β€œbatik maker” because they make batik to earn a living. We both call them β€œbatik artist”. More than that through what we’ve seen and heard about them, we’ve considered they are artists of their life. How they embrace their humble life gracefully and consciously has always amazed both of us. They live like calm river flowing to the sea. They don’t struggle against what others think about or do to them. They live as if there is no hindrance and disturbance in life.

When my friend told me some things about those three honourable ladies, I secretly harvested some lessons. It is very critical reminder for me who is still very much attached to a feeling of (accidentally) underestimated and (slightly) humiliated because of one petty case. These three artists of life have silently told me to let go.

What a loud shot in a quiet weekend!

No apology is needed. All is gradually let go through my own wish and willingness. This is my life and I only want to be the artist of my own life. πŸ’

Thank you, artists of life. You’re blessed. πŸ’

Salaam.

Mbah Suhir, 93 years old πŸ’ matur sembah nuwun
Mbah Erah, 87 years old πŸ’ matur sembah nuwun
Mbah Isah, 82 years old πŸ’ matur sembah nuwun

Colours

The biggest secrets
Are sitting on the eyelids
Without disguising.

β€”

there’s a rainbow that beautifully hides in front of white cloud, subtly showing that life is alive as it is – good morning!
clearer before fading away

Skin of Soul

Day and night take turn
Defining wrinkles on skin,
Brilliance on soul.

β€”

age is a surprise gift wrapped with colourful fancy paper; excited when opening it and wondering what’s inside β€” when the excitement sustains, 18 or 90 won’t matter

Blessed


I love
You
Without throbbing heart

I love
You
Without nervous mind

I love
You
Without going date

I love
You
Without touching each other

I love
You
Without intense conversation

I love
You
With the breeze of mountains

I love
You
With the wave of oceans

I love
You
With the dew of mornings

I love
You
With the sound of music

I love
You
With the hue of flowers

I love
You
With the flow of dreams

I love
You
With all whose reason is unseen.

How rejoicing and exciting.


(The Lover’s love to the Beloved)
love is never wasted

Autumn

Dark night starts early
In fall when red leaves sway down
To earth cooling off.

β€”

pretty crimson leaves covering the earth somewhere (from Pinterest)

While normally talking about spirituality and self love, one day one bestie and I conversed about money. To me she appears much more calculating than all of us in the circle. She manages her money very carefully and (of course) influences her friends to do so.

β€œIf we feel ready with both predictable and measured emergency issues, we can feel good in more time than not.” 100% agree!

She is one of two besties teaching us to save at least 12-month income for emergency, fully pay all the loan the soonest possible, stay liquid rather than fixed (assets), not lend any assets to anyone anymore even with one’s emergency reason. I stubbornly disagreed with last one.

And she said all should be done soon because 2023 seems gloomy.

I didn’t take her words until watching a bunch of YouTube videos about financial analysis and forecast by experts and practitioners for the past two years.

Not hoping the darkness happens but there is no harm to prepare the umbrella before it rains.

Please save us. Amen…

Andalusia

Lines of orange trees
Tell stories of a city
With its bright fruit juice.

β€”

Andalusia 🎼
orange trees in the yard of Mezquita de Cordoba πŸ’ (from Pinterest) – they taste bitter πŸ™ƒ

Library

Opening the door,
She finds books and thesaurus
Stacked high to the sky.

β€”

What else is this life mainly but library? Read your books! πŸ’•

β€œRead your books” is excepted from one Quran verse β€œRead your records (the word kitabaka can also mean your books or your scrolls). You alone are sufficient this day to take account of yourself” that implies self observation, self evaluation, self assessment, self correction.

Ouch! An internal audit it is β€” becoming the auditor and the auditee: acting different roles in the same place using different points of view. Doable and sustainable! 😍

May all beings be happy.

library in Seoul! my colleague said it is located in the same area with our office – I’m ready to go! 😁
sent by a colleague this afternoon; ok then, I’m ready to be assigned there 🀀 – Korea was never in my bucket list but this beautiful place has confirmed it now is! 😍

A Whole

A hole curls sweetly
As a center of a whole.
Delicious truthβ€”

β€”

what is one? one slice? one plate of apple slices? one unsliced apple?

Stories to Revisit (ranting)

Steps measure long roads
Where historians write stories
Tracking their own mind.

β€”

History isn’t about what’s written only but it is also about what’s tied to myths and folklores. Reading history books by ignoring what’s verbally circulated by people through myths and folklores is like describing a rose through picture: failing to experience the touch and the fragrance. People are always the actual sources of historyβ€” without them history doesn’t exist.

History versions are as many as heads on earth as all people have their own life history related to certain incidents in the world; not all of them though write. Many save their history in head and heart with different reasonsβ€” no time, no tools, no courage! My blog is my history book (that to some brilliant people looks like full of unnecessary complaints and cheap experiences). I love my history book how much ever people laugh at it. Hey! When people laugh at it, it means my comedy works. 😁

Salaam.

see you, Cordoba! this place is one of those I must revisit because of the history πŸ’•πŸ’•
see you, Sagrada Familia β€” I stayed for one hour outside, not being able to enter the so much crowded gate, I will be back to see if the history goes on 😍
see you, Grand Mosque of Paris – I will be back to its historical garden πŸ’
London? I’ll be back! history is well preserved there
see you? umm maybe not….

Loud & Clear Sign

Loud enough and clearβ€”
Thunder strikes and rain begins.
Children play outside.

β€”

Your signs are well read, well noted, well understood. Well…. 😎

today’s lunch: it is what is called good sign! 😁 tempe is a good sign that high quality and quantity protein is as affordable as fermented soybeans

Impressed (ranting)

Life is so rich that very very few of disappointments to those sitting on top of the political β€œfood chains” are left un-healed. There are always rising young nationalist scholars in non political fields that give us the people hope at least to this nation to just stand up dignified not enslaved by foreign monsters anymore.

I wish to live long enough to see those young scholars successfully materialise their dreams at the same time continue their journey as Indonesians no matter how much others pull them out from this mother land. God bless you, dear young scholars! Know your root. Love your tree. Bloom flowers. Yield good fruits in your strong boughs! You’ve impressed us with your intelligence. Impress us with your loyalty to the nation.

Right or wrong my country? Hmmm…. There will be time for that! For now, pretty or ugly my country. πŸ™ƒ

New week is gonna be more energized!

Salaam.

β€”

thank you, Driando! I will love tempe(h) more and more!
hey! tempe is good but burnt tempe is ummm πŸ™ƒ

Birthday

On your birthday, Love,
Magic sends sweet messages
And flowers and gifts.

β€”

Ibu turns 78 today. It is a 78 years of human beings, 54 years of a wife, 53 years of a mother of 5. 47 years of being my motherβ€” maybe the most annoying of facing this one rascal among 5 angels. πŸ™ƒ She might not be always happy being her but she is full of sweet smiles and words of encouragement.

If her life is a painting, it will be a colourful canvas full of fragrant tropical flowers and powerful herbs that can be concocted as medicines especially for her family and friends. Beautiful and full of healing for othersβ€” No wonder her family and neighbours highly respect her.

Ibu, I know you never like big celebration and that’s why we only send stupid messages on your birthday. But I know you always miss us to annoy you and that’s why we give surprises! Much love today and forever!

Salaam…

I sent this picture to her; maybe she was wondering why I didn’t send picture of a real birthday cake as I normally do. She will be surprised!

Oct 9, 2022

Soft Voice

The wind brings voice of
Falling leaves softly rustling
About silent notesβ€”

β€”

I humbly apologise for not being able to read your signs…. Or maybe they are for other addresses.

Salaam πŸ’

Broken Chair stands in delicate balance on three legs – the fourth having been violently blown off as if by an explosive charge. A way of showing that even mutilated, victims of warviolence are still standing tall, with dignity. (www.unadap.org)
to me β€œBroken Chair” is also a question β€œcan’t people sit down together and talk instead of defeating others in ignorance?” the saddest symbol I’ve seen

Good Food

River flows. Wind blows.
Birds perch on a twig and chirp,
Enjoying good food.

β€”

Life is not really WYSIWYG, there are layers that can be peeled off like peeling off onions layered skins.

What is seen in a river? Its flow. What’s behind the flow?

What is felt in a wind? Its blow. What’s behind the flow?

What’s behind the singing birds? What’s behind good food?

Something looking like nothing yet there are powerful layers of realities that wrap another deeper level of reality. At the end of the peeled-off onion, what is it? The eyes see β€œnone” that can be immediately ignored, the self sees β€œthe essence” that can only be understood through accepting in silence.

What an experience as a human being! Maybe this is a euphoria of being alive, or being aware? This is a good time and I will always feel good no matter what. πŸ’

Thank you for everything. πŸ’

good breakfast for a tempe(h) lover πŸ₯°
good snack for a pumpkin lover – run out of honey this time

It’s You

It’s you, Beloved
That shines and sets in my heart
Bringing in blessings.

β€”

sun is shining like the smile of the playful kids πŸ’
sun is setting like the smile of the wise elders πŸ’

Weekend Starts Again

Jazzy weekend starts
With a smile under the rain.
I’ve been missing you.

β€”

how beautiful the world is and all that has been here

The Space

She be, Beloved,
The space not the furniture,
Lets all come and go.

β€”

If only maturity could be implanted like nose or breast or whatever, I would still choose to get mature naturally through ageing and weakening although it takes almost half of century of struggling and pain to find only its gate. Damn late!

One maturity breakthrough of my life was when realising I should be more a β€œspace human being” (my teacher calls it β€œroom human being”) rather than a β€œfurniture human being”.

Salaam….

a hey from the space to bodies floating in it 😘

Come True

Come true, Beloved,
Wishes colouring this life,
Bringing love and joyβ€”

β€”

My mini daruma dolls package arrived from Japan. Now it is time to make wishes and draw the left eye.

May all beings be happy!

arriving from trip then checking the mail box at the basement this afternoon and found these package among all letters and magazines! πŸ₯°
each colour has meaning! quickly copied them! (ignore the ugly handwriting 😁) now let’s make wishes and paint their left eye 🧿 then let them take a rest in the box to open and be drawn right eye when the wishes come true 😎

Friendship

Friendship, Beloved,
The sun rising so early,
Pushing stars awayβ€”

β€”

(Very early) morning conversation that left me sleepy but so energized after talking with someone whose genuineness could kept me listening to whatever this person saidβ€” My day is always good especially when started with a cheap talk with my best friends. Today is going to be super good one!

…

BF: Still writing?

Me: Everyday

BF: Poems and ranting?

Me: Ya, you don’t read mine?

BF: Not these two weeks. Busy! You still talk to yourself in your writing?

Me: Ya

BF: You think people like it?

Me: No

BF: Why do you do it then?

Me: I do what I love doing.

BF: Even if no one cares?

Me: Even if no one cares.

BF: Are you happy?

Me: Not always

BF: Are you happy writing?

Me: Mostly

BF: What happens when you are not happy writing?

Me: I have so much in head but I don’t want to make it so obvious or it is so hard to make it concise.

breakfast please…. πŸ’

BF: Do you know that people reading your cheap writings might think you are madly in love?

Me: I don’t care. But yes I’m madly in love.

BF: With whom?

Me: With many different things.

BF: Name some.

Me: Oh my…. Are you interrogating me?

BF: πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ Yaaa! You didn’t know?

Me: I just realised it.

BF: That’s how you don’t care about what people are doing to you? Don’t be silly. Put some suspicion and negative thinking to some people, even to someone that you love.

Me: I will.

BF: You’re 50 several years to come and still have mental of a £€$@$£€L!

Me: What?!

BF: Do you know who is among your friends genuine or not?

Me: Yes.

BF: But you look like not knowing.

Me: Because I don’t care. It’s my business to make sure I’m me but I can’t ask others to do the same thing to me the way I do to them.

BF: What about me?

Me: You are genuine especially when you have problem.

BF: You mean?!

Me: Yes, only I can listen to you for 5 hours non stop ranting about your problems! The same problems unsolved for years! That’s how genuine we are with each other.

BF: &$@!?890:;((@:!!!!

God bless all my best friends. See you all soon! πŸ’•

Luxury

Luxurious is tea,
Detaching from everyone
But not everythingβ€”

β€”

terima kasih, Abu Marlo beserta para guru di 499 episode Dialogue Positive – you are all blessed!

Rainbow

There’s a bow, my love
With which message travels down
On a boat of joy.

β€”

even with dusty glass the beauty is still captured well: is it the rainbow itself, the light, the eyes or the nervous system or the invincible invisible? πŸ’•

About Us


Your face gleams in stars
I look up alone at night.

Your words shine with suns
I search in far galaxies.

Your heart sits so high,
It’s frozen. Should I leave now?
Said I to my heart.
A line of white clouds stop me.

These feet are stuck here
Standing on dewy grasses.

It’s almost morning.
Maybe you’ll wake up, I’ll see.

It’s a bird story
Finding a place called a home.
She thinks home is far.
It lies in her heart meadow.

β€”

πŸ’

Penang – Oct 5, 2022 / 04:56am

You Be Jack (ranting)

You be, Beloved,
Truly. You know not, I do.
One moment owns you.

β€”

A teacher said, β€œWhat’s the most important thing in your car?”

No one said anything but everyone had one’s answer popping around one’s head.

The teacher continued β€œHow do you think about jack?”

Everyone laughed. One of them said, β€œAlmost not functional.”

The teacher giggled and said, β€œYes! Jack will work only in unexpected situation almost accidentally, might be never if there is no emergency. How do you feel if your existence in society is like a jack? And what will you do?”

No one said anything. Most of them felt denial, not wanting to be jack in a car.

The teacher smiled and said, β€œYou know a jack is a jack because it is a jack. What a jack needs to do is being a good jack. A good jack is a jack that can function well. Function well when needed! Anytime needed! What if a jack feels desperate of being a jack just because the jack is never used? The jack will give up functioning. The jack may let itself corroded, lose its credibility and accountability. One day the car needs a new tire in the middle of nowhere, jack doesn’t function, it doesn’t do its job, it lets the car stranded nowhere until another car with a functional jack comes by….”

No voice….

The teacher said, β€œSo whatever your function now in society, function well, perform your best, as that is some part of the true you. Everyone has one’s own moment. If you think you’ve been a jack in a car, don’t stop functioning because someday you might be needed and you alone are needed and that’s when you become a super hero. Or if you ever be a jack that is never used, at least someday the owner will say β€˜I never use this jack but it is a super jack, I’m sure it functions well anytime I need it’. Ok, Jack?”

Everyone laughed, feeling relieved of having been a jack in different moment.

One student said, β€œWhat about if no one knows I’m a good jack because I never meet a moment?”

The teacher smiled and said, β€œSo what? That no one knows we are good at something doesn’t mean we are not good. Why is jack mostly painted red?”

β€œTo be easily found!”

β€œYessssss!” Shouted the teacher. β€œMight not be the best answer but it can be one best answer to answer your friend’s question. Where is red? You still call it red without knowing why it is called red. You still call it red although you don’t realise the existence of red except painted on a jack in this context. You said jack is red so it can be easily found. No one knows what is actually red but all of you know that red is good in jack that functions only in emergency so when needed it is easily found….. That is redβ€” a quality in you that is taken for granted because people think a jack is mostly painted red; only when people think deeply then the quality is a good quality! Don’t cover your red jack with other thing, it won’t be easily found anymore.”

β€œLike him!” A student pointed his finger to a friend in a red shirt sleeping in the classroom.

The teacher said, β€œDon’t wake him up. He is a jack in a good ride.”

Everyone laughed. The boy in the red shirt woke up and joined the cheer with his loudest laugher.

β€œHe is a jack functioning well!β€œ said the teacher.

How beautiful the life of a jack is! 😁

(based on a conversation with a jack of all trades and other jacks who are waiting for the moment to appear)

Brewed Tea

Brewed tea, Beloved,
Best sipped anytime with you
While counting the starsβ€”

β€”

Certain music composition like good friends is like well brewed tea, suitable for any occasion.

this composition never fails played any time
live music is one best medicine – missing the feeling of standing among the crowd screaming when favourite musicians or singers greet the fans πŸ₯°

Clear Sky (ranting)

Clear sky, Beloved,
Calm blue where clouds swim, birds fly
Under the warm sunβ€”

β€”

Javanese live their life with meaning and that makes them β€œeffortlessly” survive even in the hardest time. They pin meaning to everything they experience. I believe Javanese are naturally philosophers whose communal humble life is richly loaded with wisdom; unfortunately fading away by the time.

Meanings easily recognised by most Javanese are those pinned to batik method and patterns. Historically batik patterns were works of art composed by either scholars from padepokan (ashram in Sanskrit) or the royals (king, queen, prince, princess or royal artists). In fact, there were few batik patterns created by commoners such as batik nitik and batik kawungKawung is one of the oldest original patterns of Javanese batik which has existed since 12th century. Nitik was born younger, approximately in 19th century.

Fun fact about Javanese king: aside from courses of political knowledge, leadership, palace management etc, long time before his coronation a Javanese crown prince must completely compose 3 works of art and publicly present them to the board of senior royals then announced the art pieces to people in the kingdom. Those three are batik pattern whose batik is handmade by him, tembang/kidung (sacred Javanese song) sung by him; and bedhaya dance trained to the dancers by him (a solemn Javanese dance performed by a group of dancers).

While batik nitik was initially created as secret codes by commoners to circulate among them classified information kept hidden from unjust aristocrats at that time or from the enemies (some historians said though this pattern was composed by the royals); kawung was allegedly created by a mother to dress her son who was instructed by the king to join his exclusive team due to his outstanding skill of espionage and balanced state of mind (again the historians said this pattern was composed by the royals). The said mother made a sheet of kawung pattern for him before he left as a prayer that her son could keep his current quality even after he later lived among (socially, politically, professionally) higher rank people.

kawung aka kolang-kaling, two seeds, four half-chambers (from Pinterest)

Kawung is the Javanese word of sugar palm (kolang-kaling). The symmetrical four half chambers in a fruit are used to symbolise balanced state among physical, mental, intellectual and spiritual. The clear colour of the seed is borrowed to symbolise clarity: of conscious mind, of conscious decisions, of intension, of purpose and of actions.

People also relate the word kawung to suwung that can mean emptiness: in this matter suwung is more about self alignment, absence of sense-driven wanting. A person in this suwung state in positive interpretation means someone who is already free from his/her craving for worldly interests, s/he is able to calmly and consciously prioritise among physical, mental, intellectual and spiritual proportions with no doubt or confusion. S/he is in high level of awareness of a β€œperfect” human being.

In Java region that kind of person is not necessarily a saint or a priest or a bikhu(ni) or a nun; s/he might be a farmer, a batik maker, a herbal seller, a taxi driver, an employee, a housewife, a leader etc, just whoever is willing to self align through what they do everyday regardless their professions. Not a few of them were β€œbad” people hearing the inner calling, deciding to quit their wrong doings and living β€œnew” life.

At younger age, I met more of that type around us in my hometown. Now fewer and fewer people are interested to achieve that level because life pace is now becoming faster with the β€œtsunami of information” and life needs are β€œforcing” people to be constantly in alert mode with the high competition to β€œsurvive certain life style”. 

Not much I can do this time. I try to breath more slowly, pay attention on shift of emotions through body reaction (my body will never betray me) then acknowledge the emotion whatever it is. Time flies like a wind sometimes like a storm, I choose to ride it, not to get dragged by it. Not easy but doable.

How light this head is after ranting! 

batik kawung beton crafted by Mbak Arifah (25 yo), a mute-deaf female who never goes to school but is able to write and read – thank you, Mbak Arifah
primissima cotton, 250*106cm, two sided
Fun fact about the honourable batik makers:
- Once a batik maker pulls the β€œcanting” filled with hot wax on a sheet of fabric, it will start developing lines or dots as the hot wax gets dry fast and block the fabric. That is why they work very carefully to avoid unplanned error. Correcting unplanned error is more tedious in batik making process compared to drawing the patterns with canting. Zero accident policy applies.
- Batik making is a highly contemplative activity (almost) like meditation. That is what makes many of batik makers especially those senior and/or with high quality artisanal works have good self alignment.
- Some batik makers don’t need to draw the planned pattern with pencil on the fabric. They are the highly skilled, the artist, the master of what they are doing.
- It takes approximately 5 months to complete a piece of two sided hand-made batik of 210-250cm long. Those batik makers also do household chores in between their batik making activities as they mostly don’t earn good money. If you buy hand made batik, please give extra dollars to share some comfort.
- Majority of batik makers are female. Very few of them are young.
at workshop (from Pinterest)
at home (from Pinterest)

(Im)Perfection

Imperfection, Love:
Perfection on the way. Back
To imperfection.

Perfection, Beloved,
Imperfection on the way.
Back to perfection.

β€”

No one is perfect as everyone is imperfection in perfect cycles.

How perfect you are, don’t boast. You are simply β€œrotten body in progress”. How imperfect you are, wise up. You are the soul β€œshining in progress”. Your body is deteriorating, your soul is rising.

….

Only if you are willing to slow down.

Enjoy the rest of this weekend!

πŸ’

Rawon set is Eastern Java’s specialty, perfect for weekend before all the home cleaning and ironing and this and that blahblahblah πŸ₯°
the salted egg makes it perfect for those liking extra condiment πŸ‘πŸ½ oh my it was a torture to this tongue 😌
mix all! lime was needed, a missing condiment this time πŸ™ƒ
should be a bit longer, tonight is the perfect time
spring onion is the last to plunge in πŸ₯°
beef in
keluwak (black nut), kefir lime leaves, Javanese bay leaves, garlic, shallots, coriander, pepper, galangal, lemongrass