Luxurious is tea,
Detaching from everyone
But not everything—
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Not About Others
It is about me
Myself, not about others.
Jump. Spread these wings. Fly.
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Feeling
Feeling, Beloved,
Sparks from a crater deep down
Show that it’s alive-
—
Listen
It rings, Beloved,
Sweeping doubts, blooming glory.
The white loud whisper—
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Little Bird
Little bird, dear love,
Telling her to soar then go home
To where her heart is—
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Home. Is it a what, a who, a whom, a whose, a which, a when, a where or a how? She knows hers and it doesn’t always the same as others’. 💝
Gotta Get Thru This
Some beats, Beloved!
Let’s dance under this night rain!
Gotta get thru this!
💃🏽
Aku Makin Cinta
Ending one week to start another with a favourite song by two favourite singers!
I Slowly Spell Your Name
Though not a true ID,
Your name ships all senses to
An existence.
A name that I spell slowly,
A name representing silence and unattendance,
Almost ignorance.
Is
Your name
A password
To where a gap between real and unreal resides?
Is
Your name
A padlock
With which a visitor busily matches the key?
Is
Your name
Sugar leaf
With which a cup of tea gets sweetened with its dissolving?
Is
Your name
Coffee powder
Which settles at the bottom of a cup after its releasing caffein and acidity?
Is
Your name
A myth
That resembles history?
Tell me
The story of
Your name.
Your name
That
I slowly spell
Every time
A face flickers
Around this nerve system.
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Indeed a name isn’t a true ID. The ID is more than just the given name.
My Notes
I see
You
In the clarity of evening lake.
I hear
You
Through the whispering midnight wind.
I touch
You
In the warm water I splash at the dawn.
I taste
You
In the green tea I sip in the morning bright.
I smell
You
In the best lunch of the day.
I feel
You
In this throbbing heart in the sweet twilight.
To
You
Across the ocean:
Your
Name is so real,
Why not
Your
Presence?
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Life Oh Life!
Blessed life, Beloved,
Chains of weeks with good content
Closed with happy ends—
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Weekend!
Again?
I’ve been curious how many weekends I’ve lived.
Way more than 2000!
Are there more good weekends than not so good ones? After some contemplation the answer is yes! There have been way more good weekends in my life! Thanks to laughter and clumsiness naturally blessed to me.
Hope to live thousands of more healthy weeks and commit to spend them gloriously!
If not given that long? Still enjoy! Or if given too short, negotiate! Don’t disappoint this human being, God. 😶
Rock this weekend!!!
Whistling Winter
Winter, Beloved,
As white as wishes whistling
Through poems and prayers.
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Damascus steel cuts silk. Drips of water punch the rocks. Wind caresses the sands. Breeze sways the twigs and ushers the leaves to land on the ground. Snowflake falls one by one wrapping the ground to doze off. With eloquent silence they make things happen.
How can I say about language ….except that it is as subtly powerful as nature, or even much more with its ability to transform or transmigrate whatever is in the hands, head and heart—
Whistle to me, Winter. These ears are frozen and distant but this soul is as warm and fragrant as jasmine tea.
Monday, thank you for being nice to me. Tuesday, I know you are too. Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, be, too.
Salaam.
Singapore – Jun. 13, 2022 / 11:02pm
Humane
Human, Beloved,
Bruised and scarred, laughter and cry.
Perfect? Humane not—
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Nowhere to run from mistakes and errors. The best way is forgiving the self for making (too many) repeated irresponsible decisions and moving right on. Don’t add too many fatal moves; this life has its right to be happy, too.
Nowhere. It is just here and now. Tomorrow might be an elegy.
💝
Smooth Not Smoothy
These ears, Beloved,
A pair of love birds in love.
Treble and bass on—
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Finding a sanctuary in a breezy evening.
Salaam 😇
Go Jazz
Go jazz, Beloved
Improvise on your own path
Where hidden seeds grow.
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Jazz is like secret love, confusing and almost unknown at the first catch but wrapped in harmony through time… and space? Seems space never takes my side. 😎
Jazz each day up!
⭐️
Coming Out of The Dark
Did you see the light
Or the dark? Or both? Or none?
Now you see the light.
Light above light. Layers of light. Spectrum of light. What is light? Is it the radiation? Is it the brightness? Is it the wavelength? Is it the source? Or what?
It is what’s defined but at the same time what is not definable. It is what is seen but at the same time what is not visible.
May all beings be happy.
Here – May 25, 2022 / 20:15
How Was The Day
After one Monday,
Throw laughter before Tuesday.
Or at least a smile,
That draws a line on a face,
That strengthens steps miles away.
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Laughter brings brightness. It carves good mood. It (hopefully) enables longevity.
Amazing Day
Amazing day, Love,
Completing what’s committed
Without supervised
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Weekend is amazing with completing a pile of clothes. What a nice closure before Monday.!
Thank you, Life! I love hand washing and ironing. Seriously! As long as it is not a paid job. 💓
Welcome, Monday!
それでもなんで
僕の心に触れたりしたの
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Another song 💫
Missing The Missed
Missing
You
Is
Evolution of
Emotions
From joyful
To happy
To drawn
To sad
To desperate
To given up
To letting go.
The you
That
You—
—-
Missing you— 🐣
Biutyful
Life’s misunderstood
As blurred when eyes are cloudy.
Beauty is constant
Not to the eyes. To the heart
It’s a bunch of what’s biutyful.
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Observing the observer—
Let them misunderstand whatever about your own self as a secret is a secret that will remain mystery to those sleeping or cloudy eyes. If bright eyes can be tricked with a sheet of A4, what will a block of wall do to those cloudy?
Life is biutyful.
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