graphs of my Universe
You
Are the beats in my heart.
Whereabout your heart
Am I in?
You
Are the water of a vase.
Whereabout your vase
Am I of?
You
Are the -ness at my nothing.
Whereabout your thing
Am I at?
There is silence,
And it answers me through.
I am nowhere about
You.
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when the water is gone, all is dead — only dried leaves and air 🙏🏼
One or at least one at a time 💝
You!
You’re a fact
Just untouchable.
You exist
Just indescribable.
You’re not illusion
Just intangible.
You’re one
Just distracting.
You’re near
Just invisible.
You’re far
Just haunting.
You’re minute
Just blocking.
You seem nothing
Just enshrouding.
You’re everything
Just spacing.
You’re not a puzzle
Just enigmatic.
You make me think about you
Just to fail right through.
You’re clear
Just misunderstood.
You
Just
You.
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I love
You
Without throbbing heart
I love
You
Without nervous mind
I love
You
Without going date
I love
You
Without touching each other
I love
You
Without intense conversation
I love
You
With the breeze of mountains
I love
You
With the wave of oceans
I love
You
With the dew of mornings
I love
You
With the sound of music
I love
You
With the hue of flowers
I love
You
With the flow of dreams
I love
You
With all whose reason is unseen.
How rejoicing and exciting.
(The Lover’s love to the Beloved)
Longing for
You
Is not
Because
Of
Love.
The opposite:
This love
Is
An expansion
Of
Longing for
You.
This room
Is
Full of
Longing for
You
And
Only love
Can define
You.
Failure
Of meeting you
Is
A pain,
Yet
Not
Suffering
These wings flap ahead
As
A view of
You
Zooming in and out
Giving a clue.
This love
Travels deeper
To a secret chamber
Where the gate
Finally finds the end.
Everything looks like you.
Everywhere locates you.
Every time shows you.
Hey, you!
Is it
You?
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Secretly
You,
Obviously
You,
You here,
You there.
Damn!
You are everywhere.
I’m awake, remembering
You.
Asleep, dreaming of
You,
I’m alone, imagining about
You.
Among the crowd, getting attacked by
You.
These five senses recognise the very
You.
Why
You?
No reason why, it is just
You.
But where are
You?
So distant
Yet
So much close.
Oh
You….
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You are you thats you
The you thats not you the you
I think is you Who
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There are so many yous in you You through a complex prism is able to compel one to sign an everlasting contract with no terms and conditions but saying yes to all of you
Your signature is a punctuation while mine is a dragged line called names
Youre that important that history of alphabet puts you as a technology that moves meaning
Punctuation is you
May all beings be happy
Clear dew reflects you. Accept what’s before you. Wait! Is that me or you?
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Pray that I can see you in me, and me in you. As long as the dew gives you clear mirror, it’s reflecting all that I see….
May all beings be happy.
You’re in the dark. Who? What? Matter? Not! It’s still you. Just some shade and light.
I’m never perfect, will never be as long as I live with and in this matter. There won’t be any absence of uncertainty. There is always a gap to bridge, a space in between, an emptiness after fulfilment…. Always between 0 and 1 – a binary system of wholeness I call it. Swinging like a pendulum from one point to another up to one extreme point before at the end of momentum thrown back to the next direction…..
Why would you stay in the day for 24 hours if you can stay cool in the dark for 12 hours after a long working day? Or the other way around with some reason?
Why would you mind missing someone for at least an hour a day if it can make this life more vibrant? Just don’t hate….
Why would you regret your broken heart as long as you don’t hurt anyone’s pride? Just don’t forget to love yourself….
No matter what and who you are some time of and in your life, you’re still you. Be you! Be more whole you every time…. A true you
May all beings be happy.
What’s in the cask, Bruh?
Wine or tea? — I never know
Until the party starts.
Beware of a mind-twisting haiku!
This haiku contains a conversation between two fools who wanted to know what was inside a cask. Both were waiting for a party to start and hoped to enjoy the content of the cask. When would the party come? No idea, oye Fools…. 🙂
Life is like a party that never comes on time when a fool is only waiting for someone to open the cask. To enjoy the content of the cask, those fools should have openned it and spilled whatever inside it. Whether it is aged tea or old wine. A fool should be a fool, acting like a fool.
Don’t wait for the party to come. A real fool should get drunk just by an idea of what’s inside a cask….
Life is a comedy, where working is as addictive as drinking intoxicating substances.
Drink, Master! Drink!
Temasek – August 12, 2019 / 10:34am
Picture borrowed from: https://sobercollege.com/addiction-blog/workaholics/
The Theophany of Perfection
Muhyiddin Ibn ‘Arabi
Listen, O dearly beloved!
I am the reality of the world, the centre of the circumference,
I am the parts and the whole.
I am the will established between Heaven and Earth,
I have created perception in you only in order to be the object of My Perception.
If then you perceive Me, you perceive yourself.
But you cannot perceive Me through yourself.
It is through My Eyes that you see Me and see yourself,
Through your eyes you cannot see Me.
Dearly beloved!
I have called you so often and you have not heard Me.
I have shown Myself to you so often and you have not seen Me.
I have made Myself fragrance so often, and you have not smelled Me,
Savorous food, and you have not tasted Me.
Why can you not reach Me through the object you touch
Or breathe Me through sweet perfumes?
Why do you not see Me? Why do you not hear Me?
Why? Why? Why?
For you My delights surpass all other delights,
And the pleasure I procure you surpasses all other pleasures.
For you I am preferable to all other good things,
I am Beauty, I am Grace.
Love Me, love Me alone.
Love yourself in Me, in Me alone.
Attach yourself to Me,
No one is more inward than I.
Others love you for their own sakes,
I love you for yourself.
And you, you flee from Me.
Dearly beloved!
You cannot treat Me fairly,
For if you approach Me,
It is because I have approached you.
I am nearer to you than yourself,
Than your soul, than your breath.
Who among creatures
Would treat you as I do?
I am jealous of you, over you,
I want you to belong to no other,
Not even to yourself.
Be Mine, be for Me as you are in Me,
Though you are not even aware of it.
Dearly beloved!
Let us go toward Union.
And if we find the road
That leads to separation,
We will destroy separation.
Let us go hand in hand.
Let us enter the presence of Truth.
Let It be our judge
And imprint Its seal upon our union
For ever.
Temasek – December 5, 2018 – 20:53 (when I’m sick)
Picture is borrowed from mezquita.html
Just yesterday I told myself to stop ranting, today I am using the same word “ranting” for my posting title.
Please just consider it a sign that I’ll write longer than haiku, my favorite type of poem.
Ok, so….
I stand in front of mirror everyday, at least twice a day.
And I see the same person, me–
But with different expressions. Sometimes I look ok, sometimes not. Sometimes I look fresher, sometimes dull and duller. Sometimes I look beautiful, sometimes ugly and uglier. But most of all I feel that I can look better than current condition.
Is that normal? Let’s say yes.
The only thing that is not normal is…. How can I say to myself again and again that I can look better than this but then the next day I can feel that I look worse?
Is it because I don’t commit to look better?
Or is it my mind hijacking me?
Whatever.
Let’s do this again: stand in front of the mirror, say to myself “Hey, You. You are you yourself. If you realize that it is yourself, don’t compare yourself to others cause whomever they are you compare yourself with won’t ever reach your level and nor will you to theirs. You have your own pedestal to be you. And they have theirs to be them. Stop feeling more or less. It is you, the best you however you are.”
And, now I’m standing in front of my real reflection.
Does it guarantee I’m a good person?
No…. It is just a ranting old lady. 🙂
Kaohsiung – April 12, 2018 – 19:12
Below is a picture of mine with a giant durian — you’ve gotta see if I am more interesting than the durian hahaha….
Pearls are sliding through
A long thread; falling down to
The floor — to be free.
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Free falling, I want to be free.
Free from others’ eyes…. from others’ ears….
Can I do, oh can I do?
If I can, then what should I do?
Dancing in the dark space like this moment?
So, why do I need to be free?
Let me travel in the space, dark space of Light,
Spiralling to and meeting you.
Singapura – April 12, 2015 – 9:42pm
opening the door,
will I see you?
or, is it only your shadow? pretending to be you….
did I live with you? or with your shadow?
is it now that you are real or shadow?
tears flow, flowing along the path pushing through the door at the end.
what end? is there an end?
or a start? what should be started?
are you there?
welcoming me or welcoming my shadow?
am I real me or just my shadow?
just the two of us….
staring at each other – shadow to shadow?
I just hope you are the one behind the door….
Hilton KL – April 30, 2014 – 12:49am
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