Moon under the rose
I was sitting on the second floor’s veranda when a night fallen down. A beautiful white rose was inside ceramic vase with beautiful traditional ornament on it. A dark night that I wished to be ended,...
View ArticleBecause of love?
I remember one ever asked me, “why you do all this? because of love?” So what was my answer back there? I have no answer, till now there is still no answer. If my act was based on a mere love, a mere...
View ArticleVisiting tomb of the past
Yesterday I was visiting a tomb of the past. I was looking back, what I have been leaving behind, inside the stream of my very own breath. There were a lot of things those holding me back there, one of...
View ArticleI am not a meditator
An old friend ever asked me whether I was being enrolled any meditation school to become a meditator. I simply said “no”, since I am not a meditator, nor doing any form of meditation methods. It has...
View ArticleRain Under Your Umbrella
The simple phrases “Rain under your umbrella”, I’m not quite sure where I ever got those words entering my head. Maybe when I read “Salad Days” in past few years behind. Well, you may have been reading...
View ArticleColourless Nightmare
When it used to come in the past, I still can remember clearly that it would made me cry unintentionally. It still as clear as the day it was happened. I should know, the day when she took my heart and...
View ArticleSecret
Oh, do you have a secret – that was a question addressed to me long time ago. I already forget who was asked me, but the question was direct and clear. And I knew its a serious question people might...
View ArticleThe Sparkling Rain within Your Eyes
I have met rain this afternoon, suddenly they fall freely when my steps still far enough from that silhouette I call home. Its been awhile since the last time I walked under the afternoon rain. When...
View ArticleChanged and Unchanged Things
I remember if some friends I met after a long time, they would say something like, “Hey…, you have been change a lot”, otherwise, “Gezz, look at yourself, you didn’t change at all.” I don’t really know...
View ArticleScrambling My Heart
When I met you on the crossed twilight of past, I know the fate already has scrambling my heart. I know old people said, “love shall never can be found, so seeking is futile, but even love would surely...
View ArticleBend of Morning Winds
I remember clearly, the void, the smell of morning grass and land in the thick of morning mist. It was not unusual morning, neither a special one, it just a common early morning, right before the sun...
View ArticleThe Quiet Path Behind Evening Oak
How long I have stood here, all the past seems has not changed at all into present. The same scarlet sky, the similar humid thin air, and this warm breeze out of nowhere. This floating feeling, this...
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The Humble Flowers
I heard the sound, the sound of falling leaves sake their surrounding air gently, the sound of broken streams along just bellow the spring. I saw you were writing – a simple wish of this long journey,...
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I See The Light
Tonight, I watch again this old animation about a girl with her dream to see the flying lights. Its bringing back so much memory. I think since the storyline so sincere. But beside the movie itself, I...
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The Branch and Shadow of My Life
Even when my awareness walk in present time, sometime there definitely a question comes by, whether I’ve taken the right path, the exact turn, or whether I still hold my shadow far behind within the...
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Those Colourless Wings
The first time we met, I though I saw a fairy standing in front of me. Came from a sacred forest which I never heard of nor ever imagined of. You walked gently to me, as if your steps never touched the...
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Restless Mind
When a restless mind comes, I don’t want just to stay still. I want to dance with the rain, I want to walk within the wind. When a restless mind comes, I just can’t let myself being alone. When a...
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In the Line of Your Smile
It was this year’s Christmas, around a new humble brick house, in the middle of green rice fields, when the sun hidden between the cloudy sky, after the mountain wind gently danced around what we call...
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The Light isn’t Coming Near
How many times we felt trapped, not within a physical boundaries, but within our own incapability? Desperately hope for a way out, but only death ends those await. Perhaps there is a hope, glimmering...
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