Prayer travels fast. Racing with light, it still wins. Ride it to meet me.

graphs of my Universe
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.
Now
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,
You’ll know.
Love is as sweet as water in drought—
Maybe—
If it is not late....
May all beings be happy.
It is my 3rd visit to Ayutthaya. Three rounds, one hotel – just across a historical wat (temple) at the river bank.
In my first visit in 2017 the wat was clearly seen from my window. White with some unclear yet predictable patch of mould. Beautiful and grand.
The second visit just last August it was being renovated. Covered with green nets and perched by workmen, the wat looked surrendered and retreat.
Now, the renovation is going on. The wat is shiny and white like marble, maybe glazed with porcelain. Hopefully. Yet the green net is still there, workmen are still busy behind the net. Dogs are still barking there maybe shouting at visitors. I don’t even know if visitors are allowed during construction.
Ayutthaya, you don’t fail me.
Ayutthaya – Dec. 26, 2018 – 14:27
Bed and bath and meal,
Hospitality and warmth
Grow well with homesick.
GH Jakarta – April 18, 2018 – 21:00
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Much a do ’bout it
Ripples in a pool have brought
A Star. Guide me please.
I might not involve emotions in my devotion but I mean it. Never ask me to love you coz I don’t. Never force me to long for you coz I don’t. My realm is so much different from yours. Mine is far under the bottomless abyss, yours might be in heaven. Leave me coz I don’t have a promise.
I love myself and that’s just it.
Temasek – March 1, 2018 – 19:57
And twa’s there with you.
I hope not to come back as
Travel is forward.
HRegency Da Nang – January 19, 2016 – 10:45pm
Lines of old houses
Are sprawling at a river —
Hoi An city.
Picture borrowed from http://vietnamtravelblogs.com/destinations-2/hoi-night.php
Da Nang – January 17, 2016 – 7:55pm
Night flashes me back
To “A Passage to India” —
With its two-branched end.
Bangalore – November 15, 2015 – 23:38
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Arriving from Penang yesterday, I’m now packing for another visit to Penang (again) tomorrow. Not being so keen to Penang (except the durian), having some fun in Singapore for weekend is preferable than Penang (doing some laundry, tidying up the room, hugging my dear stuffed animal dolls). Going back from Penang, I’ll be in Jakarta for a very short while (meeting some friends, seeing Moppy & others). After that I’ll be to a couple of other destinations before finally stationary in Singapore until mudik (visiting hometown) to my mom’s town, Tulungagung.
Some friends would ask me when to stop traveling. Should I stop? It’s an enjoyment to meet people from different places in which they are…. Maybe someday traveling will only be for visiting poeple needing my healing supports – but not now, not yet.
However, today I’ve been thinking of stopping for a while, doing nothing in a day or two, staying put in one official residence. But in vain…
Please know that I’m living on earth, a plane(t) that constantly travels around the Universe…. So why bother listening to those suggesting me to stay? We’re traveling together.
Singapore – June 20, 2015 – 3:42pm
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Wind beneath wings
Is gliding then soaring — me
To destination.
Picture borrowed from http://www.planespotters.net/Production_List/Airbus/A319/4215,9V-SBG-SilkAir.php
Malaysia, to Singapore – November 20, 2014 – 7:59am
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
Parks, beautiful
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
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