Spirituality

Spirituality--
What is it, Dearest?
She talks to all sides of walls, ceilings and floors.
They talk no word, just a long hum enticing her to stop thinking;
Leaving her no choice but a weekend laundry.
Spirituality, Dearest
Is her life with
Its ups and downs,
Its ins and outs.
Her strong wills and deteriorating muscles--

a short spiritual interview in my laundry weekend — thank you!

enjoy your weekend!

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….

💕

To Those I Love

When somebody loved me
Everything was beautiful
Every hour spent together
Lives within my heart

And when she was sad
I was there to dry her tears
And when was happy so was I
When she loved me

Through the summer and the fall
We had each other that was all
Just she and I together
Like it was meant to be

And when she was lonely
I was there to comfort her
And I knew that she loved me

So the years went by
I stayed the same
But she began to drift away
I was left alone
Still I waited for the day
When she'd say I will always love you

Lonely and forgotten
Never thought she'd look my way
And she smiled at me and held me
Just like she use to do
Like she loved me
When she loved me

When somebody loved me
Everything was beautiful
Every hour spent together
Lives within my heart
When she loved me

I thank you, God for giving me courage to express my love and affection to those I love. I will not regret.

💕

Borrowed Heaven

All these are borrowed,
I’ll have to return all.
Let me borrow humbly,
So all won’t make me fall.

So much has been blessed to,
So much has been given to,
So much has been here now for,
This life.

It’s all what is,
And I accept.
I give up all struggles
To travel light.

Thank
You.

——

The Corrs

Loosen Up

Loosen up,
Beloved
Between sunrise
And sunset.

Breathe in,
Beloved
Inhaling love,
The colourless.

Halt here,
Beloved
Enjoying void
That’s alive.

Breathe out,
Beloved
Exhaling blessings,
The colourful.

——

AgnesMo reminds me that whatever season it is, don’t forget to insert a space to have funthanks, Agnes although my way is so much different from yours 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

Simple Food

I love most simple things including simple food. How difficult it is to be simple, said Van Gogh and I can’t agree more.

Weekend is over soon.

♥️

simple food is more complicated to be developed; material quality and process cannot be compromised with anything — material quality must be guaranteed, all processes should be done the right way (summary of Chef Renatta’s opinion about simple food)

Pak Gita & Ibu Karlina Supelli

Thank you, Pak Gita for inviting Ibu Karlina Supelli. Just so thankful for listening to her lectures virtually since my young age 🙏🏼

This humble lady has made me realise that all is about being human.

Terima kasih, Ibu Karlina.

You are blessed.

astronomer, philosopher, human right fighter

What Does Happiness Do To Them

Pak Gita in a compilation of what scholars and wise people say about happiness — some in Indonesian, some in English

Thanks for summing up. Thanks for inspiring. Thanks for living in the same era with me.

I think I can’t be more blessed to be reborn human being in this period of time as I am now.

May all beings be happy.

Thank you, Pak Gita! 🙏🏼

By That I’ve Been Taught

Tuhan, Aku Berguru Kepadamu

a poem in a song
Tuhan,
aku berguru kepadaMu,
ajarilah bagaimana mendengarkan batu,
membaca suara,
menggenggam angin yang bisu.

Tuhan,
kedunguan memberiku pengertian,
buta mata menganugerahi penglihatan,
kelemahan menyimpan berlimpah kekuatan.

jika aku tahu
terasa betapa tak tahu,
waktu melihat
betapa penuh rahasia gelap
yang dikandung cahaya

Tuhan, aku berguru kepadaMu,
tak tidur di kereta waktu,
lebur dalam ruang,
karena setiap satu mengandung seribu
berguru kepadaMu.

Tuhan,
kuragukan setiap yang kutemu,
kutimba ilmu dari yang paling dungu.


Tuhan,
aku berguru kepadaMu,
gelap dan terang saling menegaskan,
garis batasnya memusnahkan jaraknya,
pada pertentangannya memancarkan kesatuannya.

[Emha Ainun Nadjib, dari majalah Horison edisi Desember 2007]