Beloved, listen
To the wind that blows. It strokes
Hair spreading fragrance.

life gives me so much, one of them is my hair that bears some fragrance then spreads it while waving by the wind
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graphs of my Universe
Beloved, listen
To the wind that blows. It strokes
Hair spreading fragrance.

life gives me so much, one of them is my hair that bears some fragrance then spreads it while waving by the wind
💕
I'm water, my love
Living with the soil and air
Burnt by this blue fire.
To me clarity is more important than belief. With belief I might grab in the dark, to some level of darkness I might be frantically euphoric or falling into abyss of confusion. With clarity I can appropriately choose what I need to do & when further blessed, to do it appropriately.
Clarity is gained through many ways, as many as the heart in life. I myself like to think I clarify myself about myself based on how 4 nature elements (water, air, soil & fire) purify themselves.
There are few ways to gain clarity/purity in each but I’d like to talk about one for each.

Water naturally flows to clean itself; flowing to filter what’s in through its movement against all odds (stones, holes, debris, etc). By filtering for clarity it means I need to pass by at the same time to let go a lot of things in life to be clear (& clean). Like river, I receive materials from various sources that possibly contain unnecessary or unfavourable matters & I need to choose which to stay & which to get rid of. Flowing is leaving some behind & taking necessary some ahead. I’ve let go a lot of memories & people.
Air circulates what’s in. By circulating for clarity it means I should not stop sharing. The more I share (material, knowledge, vibes, etc), the more I find clarity in life. Like air, this person needs to vent, too. I tell stories, write, rant, talk, argue, discuss to verify information accuracy.
Soil decomposes what’s in. It breaks things into minuscule or even atomic pieces & blend all in one environment. Like soil, I don’t mind dealing with rotten and/or damaged things (ideas, gossips, accusation, prejudice, etc). Sometimes I swallow the worst leftover. Rubbish can turn to gold! Is it possible artist here? (Not the artist in Bahasa Indonesia’s artis, it is the seniman)

Fire heats to purify itself. Like blue fire I sometimes feel of having the most life energy (oxygen) & the motivation (high temperature). I clarify by motivating myself & others. I often don’t need external voice to motivate myself. I can be rather stubborn against change: sometimes only my will can change my ways. Learning from own mistakes is good: getting burnt 😁
Clarification leaves waste (emotions) so I need to deal with it by treating them well.
Note:
Fresh air, Beloved,
Welcomes sweetly through a move.
Strong or weak, enjoy.

it was fresh at the same time eery — i felt a strong blow of fresh air at my left hand last night between sleep and awake; so sure it was not my breathing as I know well how I breathe
new place welcomes visitors differently like the grass greeted me sweetly this morning
thank you for the welcome; I am a guest, not an agressor 🙏🏼
Wind is sent to Cloud Who pours Rain down to Soil. Grow! Seeds inside emerge.
Imagine despair is like the earth longing for rain until suddenly the wind comes pushing lines of clouds that can’t suspend the heavy droplets anymore so turn into rain…. The earth welcomes each of the raindrops happily, hugs each of all seeds which have been buried beneath the dry layers of soil, almost broken, damps and pushes them up above the ground to grow….
Wind…. It takes just one blow of wind to see beautiful colours.
May all beings be happy.

Can Wind vanish, Love?
Look how pressurised we’ve been!
Just give me soft Breeze.
Singapore – Jun. 18, 2020 / 21:30
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Sometimes you wonder why the wind blows all the hopes. Sometimes you want strong wind to dry your sweat. Sometimes you are longing for soft, nice breeze to accompany you in a solo journey. Nothing is permanent….
May all beings be happy.

Bold petals of red
Roses among thorns dry out
By the Wind of North.
GH Jakarta — May 8, 2018

Breathing out the wind
Through a flute– she is finding
The tide of the sea.
Temasek – April 16, 2018 – 22:15

Picture borrowed from https://flute247.com/yamaha-yfl-221-vs-222-flute-comparison/
Breezy, frozen dawn
Wind’s blowing in through window
A fragrant spirit.
Greek passed away. She was buried in a descent way, wrapped in white fabric, anointed in musk perfume and prayed with sincere love. She might still want to see us at home — that’s when we smelt fragrance of musk in early morning. The place where she is buried is way at our lovely backyard and where we smelt her musk is way at the front part of home.
Greek was visiting. She wanted to let us know that she is fine and will never leave us….
She is playing in a very enlightened garden.
Love for Greek….

Singapore – May 23, 2016 – 12:25am
When all is fine,
Air, water, wind, land, wood would approve
You — to sing and dance.

Singapore – April 16, 2016 – 3:18am
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