Utang Rasa (Owing The Feel)

This is a powerful song that always hits me at the core when I am complaining about what is not up to my expectation in life.

matur nuwun, Mbah Tejo for this powerful reminder about life

The poetic composition with “urip” (life in Javanese) and the “utang rasa” (owing the feel) reminds me that life is about crediting the feels we debit from others.

Life is about experiencing the feels whether it is giving, borrowing, owing or paying. What feels do we want to give? What feels do we want to borrow? What feels are we willing to owe? What feels do we need to pay for balance? Up to us.

When someone passes away, s/he will be remembered of what feels s/he has left in life whether what’s credited or debited.

Sometimes I talk to myself: what feel do you want to pay that you are so bitter to life?

Dear, Self. I am sorry. I’ve owed you so much negativity that I have nothing to pay but positivity.

One thing: I don’t want to have zero as zero will put flat tone in my humanity. I want to have more saved than deducted. Yet…. I cannot 100% be sure.

Salaam….

πŸ’•

Light Weekend

This heart is a pot
With seed buried in its dark,
Growing to the light.

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Always believe in the beauty of human’s heart. The darkest of it there is still a dot of light that will brighten one’s life! There must be at least one tiny dot of light.

Believe it. Run free like Bambi playing in peaceful woods.

Enjoy this blessed weekend! Take all light, as light as feather

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Salaam….

Wonderland

Good vibes, Beloved,
Contagious and precious
Keep it the longest.

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Years ago….. One teacher said β€œYou do whatever you want to, but make sure what you do doesn’t harm….” Impatiently student asked,”Harmful to whom?” Teacher didn’t say anything, just pointed to one’s chest then head, and said β€œGo play and don’t harm yourself or your friends. Have fun, you’re good. You’re good, my child,”

Another teacher would just sang some traditional songs then explained the meaning that were full of wisdom when asked questions. Those silly children would ask so many questions about why religions were many and different, how many gods were there, why the teacher didn’t have religion, why, why, why…..

Another teacher just asked us to eat what one was cooking when we asked questions. We just did and enjoyed the food. It happened when our questions were about what Mr A or Mrs B did this and that for.

More teachers, more experiences…. And we all grew up becoming human beings who approach different things differently or sometimes uniquely although sometimes confusedly. How challenging life is sometimes!

All those learnings happened in the Wonderland! I hope the young get honourable and good teachers as we did before and even better so they build our land into real wonder! Not the most developed in infrastructure, yet with the most developed clear thinking. Not the most modern, yet the most dignified. Not the richest, yet the most caring and loving to the people. What a dream!

God bless my dear Indonesia and what’s in it. πŸ’

Home Is Here

When chords are played,
Heart beat tunes its harmony.
Song of peace and graceβ€”

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Bengawan Solo is always giving me home wherever it is. There is a river flowing in me.

https://youtu.be/HYBqBtMEemU

Thumbs Up To The Young!

What about now, Love?
Now’s the time. Maybe no laterβ€”
Happiness can’t wait.

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There is moment for every experience, there is expiry date for every life.

Young people, be vibrant, idealistic and fiery.

Grab the chance to be the agent of change! Change all the dead skin! Don’t change the sacred soul!

Young generation, you’re just gorgeous! Very much thankful to be young before and still feeling the vibe until now through all what I see in you!

I never regret of getting older every day β€˜coz when I was young, I was on the side of those needing the loudest voice!

May all beings be happy. πŸ’ž

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 droughtβ€”
Maybeβ€”
If it is not late....

May all beings be happy.

Muslim Women Have Their Right Over Their Own Body

It takes courage for some women just to wear what they would love to so appreciate the freedom to do what you want to do responsibly.

Life is so generous and would it be wise for me not to be blessed just to be me?

May all beings be happy.