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Wednesday, June 17, 2009teaching
Life teaches us to stay light like the air
Even when lightning tear off our sky or thunder storms our silent bay we are still nothing, nay we are still nothing and why bother to overly react? life teaches us to be strong like the old tree stay still, unshaken she lets the children climb up her branch dont mind if its cracked she has given the best for each time she grows no matter when she cut off or die in time she'll be ready Life teaches us to be honest like children laugh free, open, unaffraid.. their clarity inviting the light made the children so curiously happy even in the dark Life teaches us to be down to earth... like.. the earth to spread out and accept try to be fertile and safe a sanctuary for the plants, for the people for the ships, and animals for the kinds, for the culprit Life teaches us to seek who we are since we are living in a beauty of rhyme since we are involving in unexpected game since we are challenged in unknown territories who we are, what is life, why we are here? Life teaches us to learn and find the answer posted by the writer at 8:10 AM8:10 AM7 commentsMonday, April 13, 2009silent
What can I tell of the silent?
Its just there with me in a stream of strange notes It shows you how to see inside of things, than outside To look closer in everything and create distance in the same time Live is poignant misery if we see from one side I’ve traveled around the world only to see people like to argue than to find harmony A one side, Winning, competition, fame, gold, and glory.. But nothing offers me this strange notes I’ve found Here in my place, now. What can I tell of the silent? When everything, past and recent, moving slowly With no sound Showing nothing than my beast O! illusion, the illusion of me, Let the silent shatter all Teach me its nature, to move unsound But making stream notes, and show me things. posted by the writer at 12:43 PM12:43 PM0 commentsThursday, March 05, 2009Sudirman's Sun
![]() Sudirman is name of the road that i've been working in a foreign company, for more than 7 years.. or 8 years.. anyway, quite a long time.. Working in foreign company creates such a comfort zone that some people dream of. Good payment and easy, easy, easy job. Easy because what they need mostly is your local knowledge, local wisdom, and solution. Thats why they hired you as "local staff". No matter how good you are, in front of them you just a "local staff". An indigenous that they hire to make them understand the native land. Good thing working with foreigner was you were challenged with completely different culture and mindset, standard, ( interesting to learn.. but after several years, you feel exhausted because it always you who have to made adjustment, simply because its them who write number in your salary slip) And it would be harder if you work with a nation who used to be isolated for thousand years, before accepting foreigners in their land. Tendency of closed mindset is obvious. You see them as a puppet in a string (works controls them) and if you smart enough you can be the puppeteer. However, a lonesome puppeteer, knowing that they see you as their reflection. Several months ago, with all syndrome of fatigue and feel of under utilized and a good agreement on pension compensation (he he, thats' important, guys), I decided to quit. Reason? well, anything.. took a master degree, resting.. The decision is so relieving, more than i realize, and i got pregnant.. a month after. Wow. and it seems a successful one.. (hopefully.. please God).. Now, im entering the last month working here. Well, im gonna miss this office a litlle bit. Especially, financial assuredness every month. But, one must make decision, take a step ahead (maybe not comforting for a while)... and im sure, a great adventure, happier life and bright future waiting ahead. Like morning sun I very much enjoy this morning in Sudirman. Allhamdulilah. posted by the writer at 4:15 PM4:15 PM4 commentsThursday, November 27, 2008conqueror of the ocean
This morning, i read in a book poetical quotes of Cheng Ho,
placed at the temple at the mouth of the Min River on the Fujian coat, China. It said: “We have traversed more than 100,000 li of immense water spaces, have beheld in the ocean huge waves like mountains rising sky-high. We have set eyes on barbarian regions far away, hidden in a blue transparency of light vapours, while our sails, loftily unfurled like clouds, Day and night continues their course, rapid like that of a star, traversing those savage waves," I feel that, each of us are sailing our own ship everyday, in the ocean of life. We have beheld in the "ocean huge waves, like mountains rising sky high" , and we continue to sail, no matter what, hope, our ship continue to cleave trough the ocean, "rapid like that of a star," I wish all of us have all the spirit, courage, wisdom, we need.. to conquer the ocean and together reach island of eternity the land for the brave.. aamiin ps: for my brave Comerades. salute. teach me how to sail. posted by the writer at 2:13 AM2:13 AM0 commentsMonday, November 24, 2008Today Is No Sunday
![]() music by white shoes and couples company song and lyrics:Aprillia Aprasari Its rainy season and the grey clouds complete the theme the rusty fence, the noisy thunder creepy storm and the falling trees ![]() Television, tea and coffee all the books are getting dusty If there is a way i will catch up for you visit the spring Where the ices are melting and the new plants are growing flower is blooming and lovers are kissing posted by the writer at 8:03 PM8:03 PM3 commentslife choice affair
![]() In an interview, Dylan Thomas said poetry is statement made on the way to the grave. These words cut my heart in pieces. Thomas definition of poetry explains things like: anything that is too beautiful, so beautiful, makes you cry? What is the right word for this? melancholy? right. melancholy. Melancholy is always in tune with introvert, something closed and hidden. Its just painful and full with desperation. Meanwhile, in another interview, John Lennon said: usually something real, is simple, and everything that is simple, is true.I think there is always two perspectives in life that we can choose: Thomas or Lennon perspective. What will you choose, dwelling in desperation, endless pain or unrevealed passion like Thomas or break the mundane life in such honest, rock and roll tune, like Lennon? Anything, it always depend on each of us, how to see life. I choose anything that makes my soul free. well.. maybe.. a taste of John Lennon simplicity make things better. A little bit. :)) posted by the writer at 6:56 PM6:56 PM0 commentsmegatruh
![]() (kutipan satu sampai tiga) Hawya pegat ngudiya ronging budyayu, Margane suka basuki, Dimen luwar kang kinayun, Kalis ing panggawe sisip,Ingkang taberi prihatos. Ulatna kang nganti bisane kepangguh, Galedehan kang sayekti, Talitinen awya kleru, Larasen sajroning ati, Tumanggap dimen tumanggon. Pamanggone aneng pangesthi rahayu, Angayomi ing tyas wening, Eninging ati kang suwung, Nanging sejatining isi, Isine cipta sayektos. (Serat Sabdojati, Ranggawarsita) artinya: megatruh (memutus ruh) Janganlah berhenti, selalu berusaha berbuat kebajikan, agar mendapat kegembiraan, keselamatan serta tercapai segala cita-cita, terhindar dari perbuatan yang bukan-bukan, caranya haruslah gemar prihatin. Dalam hidup keprihatinan ini pandanglah dengan seksama segala sesuatu sebagaimana adanya. Telitilah jangan sampai salah, endapkan didalam hati, agar mampu menangkap dan menempatkan. Cara menempatkannya adalah dengan menyelaraskan dengan keindahan, melindungi di dalam kejernihan hati. Kejernihan hati yang kosong, namun sebenarnya berisi. Isinya adalah cipta yang sejati. diambil dari website: http://ahmadsamantho.wordp posted by the writer at 6:54 PM6:54 PM0 commentsthe third eye
![]() concept of third eye, its known in the west and east. Means the eye of wisdom. I remember dialog in a movie, where an Indian girl asked by American-guy, why she needs to put the red spot between her eyebrows, and she said "Its the third eye, we need that. Sometimes, these two eyes not enough for us," In Hinduism and Buddhism, the third eye is a symbol of enlightenment. In the Indian tradition, it is referred to the the eye of knowledge, which is the seat of the "teacher inside". The "teacher inside" in one of Islamic sufism teaching, known as, Ruhul Quds, or "Holly spirit " that every human born with. "Light upon the light" as it mentioned in the Qur'an surrah An-nur: 35. For me, having the third eye, does not mean you can see the future, or see beyond physical realities. Some people might be given talent or gift to have that. But, having the third eye, means that you can deliver wisdom, or at least you try to deliver wisdom, to face reality of mundane. In western science, the third eye, is common known in the neuro-psychology, as spot in the brain, called the pineal gland. A senior psychologist I know, said the the neoro-psycho scientist suspects the pineal gland as "the bridge" between soul and human body. Active pineal gland found in the brain of indigo child. Some Scentist in the west call pineal gland as the third eye. Soul, a completely different entity from human physical bodies who can understand things beyond reality, and deliver the wisdom. Soul an eternal variable in us, human. The delicate one inside us who is longing for the truth. The substance. Entity who connects human with the Beyond. God. In my understanding, and knowing of my limit as ordinary human, without extra abilities to see beyond realities or future, having the third eye, is the ability to transcend from routine live and problems, sees all from high above, and finding the substance in each reality, deliver the wisdom and act accordingly. The ability to transcend famous in Sufism method as "to die". it means "to die" from everything that forming us now such as job, friends, family, books, music, etc. for me, "To die" does not mean we leave everything behind, or drawing the lines, but 'to die" means to detach all the things that- we think- is us. To die from classifications. to die from ownership. to die from definition. to die from the self. To die of every "my" we know :)).. My job, My family, My parents, My computer, My handphone, My Car.. everything that we think, define us. Its a way o f thinking "out of the box", boxes, literally. Out from the job box, family box, friends box, conflict with boss in the office box. Out, out, out from those reality that we know temporary. and not real. to let the soul transcends and looking back to see everything in distance, find the substances, with the eye of wisdom. The third eye. May God continue to show us the way. posted by the writer at 6:51 PM6:51 PM0 commentsThursday, November 20, 2008summer dance
I wait you in the rainbowlet alone the jealous sky thousand stars are wailing shoving clouds taming the wind Lets play down to sea, dive to the bottom of the ocean fly into the air, touch the butterfly wings hop to the trees pick the mocking bird nest Oh, this beauty, let it be no words let it be nothing but us ps: thanks kikujiro, you make me write again !... posted by the writer at 10:26 PM10:26 PM0 commentsWednesday, November 05, 2008Tombo Ati
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wX66z76GDVMby: opick
Tombo ati iku limo perkorone Kaping pisan moco Qur’an lan maknane Kaping pindo sholat wengi lakonono Kaping telu wong kang sholeh kumpulono Kaping papat kudu weteng ingkang luwe Kaping limo dzikir wengi ingkang suwe Salah sawijine sopo iso ngelakoni Mugi-mugi Gusti Allah nyembadani Obat Hati ada lima perkaranya Yang pertama baca Qur’an dan maknanya Yang kedua sholat malam dirikanlah Yang ketiga berkumpullah dengan orang sholeh Yang keempat perbanyaklah berpuasa Yang kelima dzikir malam perbanyaklah Salah satunya siapa bisa menjalani Moga-moga Gusti Allah mencukupi posted by the writer at 9:57 PM9:57 PM4 comments
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