There’s A Blocker

There's a basket of blockers
Called assumption
Built about me and you.
That everyone wants to be famous;
Forgetting that in different occasion he says all is love.

There's a basket of blockers
Called assumption
Built about me and you.
That you are untouchable by my love;
Denying that in different occasion she is in love.

There's a basket of blockers
Called assumption
Built about me and you.
That you belong to them and not me;
Claiming that certain human beings don't deserve the others.

dear Life, please give me what you call true love, not what is seen true love;

& life as light as feathers that can fly a bird,

life as deep as an underground chamber that keeps all secrets,

love that is free from any blockers except you between me and you

💕

Why?

They ask, Beloved
Why repeated the same thing?
Based on what you do--

why I say the same ideas repeatedly, only moving the point of view?

because those are the things I not only know but also embrace, internalise and experience in life

saying something I don’t truly know and feel and walk feels like not stepping on the ground

❣️

Be True

Be true
Being true
True
Self

Thank you, dear life for being so true to me and teaching me how to be.

I felt so heavy this morning. After swimming, I continued preparing a line of chores that were not finished last night. Yet when doing the laundry and some kitchen things, I was “attacked” by a feeling of broken heart and anger that didn’t seem to be from my own experience– I’ve been so in love and blessed recently.

I remember that what we feel is not always who we are, there might be others’ negative energy around us that with heaven knows what reasons the energy attaches to us. So I stopped for a while: talking to myself, talking to my best friend, posting some funny videos to my instagram then meditating for a while. And tada! My mother called me giving me some news about this and that happening around her.

No wonder I’ve felt so heavy and broken hearted.

Now I know I am not broken hearted.

I am filled with so much love and flowing it to those knowing how to appreciate it.

I promise to be always true to this true self and to those true to it.

May all beings be happy.

💗

Ripples

Your breath, Beloved,
Reaches me between my breath
And whispers your love.
You touch this heart through ripples
That moves dust from its surface.

clear and true 💕

Be Alive!

There are two children
Living in one life, playing,
Generating joy.

—-

never want to lose the child within — they’re the source of joy! 💝

True Lies

You know, Beloved,
West, east, north, south are true lies.
Meet the truth in here.

Info and data are easy to harvest nowadays, wisely and smartly use them to find (the least inaccurate) truth (that is needed to make conscious decisions).

Salaam.

clown is funny: true or lie or true lie?

Arid Land, His Heart

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.

Pledge For The New Day – haiku

Pledge for the new days:
Never hurt one’s heart again….
…. But bullshit won’t stop.

Singapore – December 7, 2019 / 3:40pm

Hurting heart is human being’s habits -or some human beings have it as expertise- so never ask anyone to not hurt your heart. That’s natural.

Some people hurt you because you are you. But don’t stop! Even if you have to lose someone just to be yourself, be yourself. That is the only choice.

And, when someone doesn’t appreciate your presence as you, just walk away. You are not a tree.

Not easy, but doable

Enjoy your weekend 😊

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Thanks for the picture to: Habits For Well Being

It’s Only Lipstick – haiku

It’s only lipstick
Giving colours at times, but
Mightn’t be the true one.

Singapore – December 5, 2019 / 10:22pm


Not easy to deal with lipstick — looks red or pale, matt or glossy, gothic or modern, sexy or dull, luring or boring, cheap or costly, thick or thin…. Just lipstick, not the true colour of the lips behind the paint.

Unfortunately, life is sometimes about changing colours of lipstick based on the occasions attended and interlocutors dealt with. Better be smart to see who is true who is fake…. Or, how to be true!

Or, how to be fake? Ew!

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Thanks Wikipedia Lipstick for the picture

Dear My Beloved – prayer

My Beloved,
please spare me love that heals each other,
that nurtures each other,
that liberates each other,
that expands each other,
that respects each other,
that supports each other,
that is truthful and faithful to each other,
that is true and sweet to each other.

My Beloved, and so be it.


 

Prayer in a Deepavali long weekend in Singapore – 2019

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Thank you for the picture, O Beloved

Masquerade is Done – haiku

Heard a sheering cry–
May all beings be happy.
Masquerade is done.

Mount Agung from afar, what can we see in location? Un-rescued pets, cattle, etc…. But the cry of the voiceless is not only upthere, many dogs cry for being killed violently. For food, take the necessary and treat them well including don’t torture them to die. May all be beings be happy….!

Lodtunduh, January 21, 2018 – 01:40