No, Beloved. You are not red You are not yellow You are not blue Only. You are all gradationally spread from one point to another, Occupying Space, Led by Time. Time makes all matter. It becomes every milestone of journey. It gives chances to clarify the direction of journey. It sets free what should be said and what should be held back. Enjoy. Space is a secondary supporting detail. It doesn’t talk about the essence of journey. It shows what’s been hoarded by a traveler. It neglects what’s importance. It helps slow down when break is needed But at times it obscures the signs and messages. Beware! Stay where you are, Beloved with no nerves Knowing that space won’t corrupt you. It is a lining of colours in different levels of degree that beautifies your existence. Don’t quit, Beloved whichever the speed is Knowing that time sharpens your perceptive. It is what will be weighed and presented as a gift. You see that, Beloved? Or not? Oh, I know you’re tipsy! 😁 — A free verse about time and space between the Lover and the Beloved. Bored to death! Thanks God it’s Monday tomorrow! Singapore - Jan. 17, 2021 / 22:00
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.
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,
Love is as sweet as water in drought—
If it is not late....
May all beings be happy.
Time in a poet’s hands is a marching group of Morse code ready to decipher…. (throwback silence of February 6, 2015 at 11:59pm)
In a world of men
She mostly forgets to thank
For being woman.
Shanghai – December 12, 2019
Why should we struggle to compete in a male dominated world? Why bother? Even when their logic doesn’t show they are logical, the men will always think they are more logical than women. So be it….
I want to be more relaxed, enjoying my privilege of being a woman. I realise I’ve given up many many things and I want to take them back!
It is time.
Looking through clear glass,
Sweeping fog away of eyes —
Angle of Angels.
Whether or not she’s sleeping
Or awake is Angels’ click.
Baloi – August 6, 2019 / 06:36 (Western Indonesia Time)
Below is a painting by Wilhem von Kaulbach, “The Guardian Angel”.
I support animal lovers and rescuers by praying for them or when I’m able I’d like to donate or accompany them to take care of those animals. But honestly I mostly support them from a distance…. The lowest level of caring but the best I can.
About two weeks ago a friend of mine texted me to pray for Blacky, a little cutie pie that was suffering from vomitting after every meal of his. Blacky, a black-with-white-spots kitten was waiting for exchanging blessings with me.
Blacky was transported by his mommy named Amie by bus for about 3 hours. What a lovely journey for Blacky and Amie the mommy….! To get him cured. Vet said that Blacky suffered from kidney disfunction. Or, at least that was the result after some examination by the vet plus X-Ray.
Mommy had to go home to Tangerang, Banten because she had to work. But Blacky ought to stay — he was exhausted and needed some rest because of Tangerang – Jakarta trip and his sickness. Then it was decided to put Blacky in an animal clinic in Kemang.
Blacky was not getting better. He kept vomitting and decided to leave, he was departing to the land across beautiful ocean. On his last day he ate a little and got positive energy support from another friend of mine. But Blacky really wanted to leave. He was happy and still is now.
Blacky felt the love of mommy Amie and thanked the Universe for sending her to take care of him in his very short life span. He was serving himself as a cat and it was his best serviceat that time. He would love to serve a better role in his next span of life and the Universe already grants his wish.
He will be borne as a boy or a girl who gets so much love…. Namaste….
He will be borne as a boy or a girl who is raised by loving and caring parents…. Namaste.
He is blessed and giving blessings.
Thank you Blacky for being present in my life although we never met face to face…. I feel the love of yours and mommy Amie’s love.
Please be safe in your trip to your better future. Til we meet again….
Jalan Putri Hijau, Medan – October 2, 2015 – 12:23am
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.
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
A sheet of paper:
Name, sex, birthdate, religion is —
Above haiku is a reminder for this self.
Have you ever thought of why you are called with your name? That nhe name was given by parents. Ok, borrowed name from parents? Or, the nickname that your friends & you agreed to use….
Have you ever thought of why you become a female rather than male? From the Creator, you could not even choose – or you bargained before your birth to be one? How…ever, yours is a borrowed sex.
Birthdate wasn’t chosen by you. You might have negotiated – but not 100% your take. It is lent by this life to you. Birthdate is the opening of current life; there should be the closing, fellas….
Religion? Attached since your family want you to be? Or, your spouse wants you to be? Or, the society want you to be? Or, any other external party wants you to be? Another borrowed…..
Borrowed…. You’ll have to return them someday. Please take good care of them before the D-day.
Temasek – March 1, 2015 – 11:15pm
When do you feel it’s time to act? When time allows.
When does time allow? When we are ready.
When are we ready? When we have strong determination.
When do we have strong determination? When we have strong grounds.
When do we have strong grounds? When all reasons are well collected.
When? When the Universe gives us a click.
Singapore – January 25, 2015 – 10:12pm
In my names, oh no.
In my birthdays, oh no.
In my bodies, oh no.
In my sizes, oh no.
In my families, oh no.
In my pets, oh no.
In my friends, oh no.
In my jobs, oh no.
In my dedications, oh no.
In my hobbies, oh no.
In my blogs? No….
In my….. Where am I?
Where am I? I’d been wandering around the worlds to find where I am but nowhere to find…. Now, here I stop to find my self….
Temasek – November 9, 2014 – 11:49pm
Children are the mirror of their era.
Are they happy? Or, are they miserable?
Are they optimist or pessimist?
Are they loved? Or ignored?
Are they nurtured? Or tortured?
Let’s love our children…. Like we love ourselves.
But let’s love ourselves first then… ‘Coz if we don’t love ourselves, how can we love our children?
And, all in all we are creating mirror of their time….
Singapore – February 22, 2014 – 3:58am
Malacca, part of Malaysia to which I’ve been so many times.
I guess I have been part of this area in my lives… Many lives of mine.
Wondering what I have been in my lives – let me learn the rope to be mature soul,
Wandering where I have been in my lives – let me learn the richness of my soul…
I hope I get the answer before game is over… :-))
Many buildings and monuments, so old with their memories
Roads and streets, so long history
Shops, crowded and lucrative
River and piers, the trading activities….
People are different, time cycles…
I am just wondering why I am back here again and again; I hope I can be wandering to more places from the historical Malacca…
Malacca, July 29, 2013 – 15:00