I want to be free like wind,
blowing everywhere as its desires
I want to flow like water,
seeping everywhere like it likes
I want as high as a mountain,
freely enjoy the beauty of scenery
but I am small and weak
like a grain of sand in the sea
easily crashing by waves
I am just a human
who should grateful of being created
only love
that have
no differences
among
rich and poor
young and old
animals and nature
only love
can create
the sense of equal
to every creatures
unconditionally
to give and be given
and share in a loyalty
One other part about women excerpt from The Broken Wings by Kahlil Gibran.
I think it’s powerful and the meaning was so deep.
What do you think?
Oh, Lord, what has a woman done that hath offended Thee?
What sin has she committed to deserve such a punishment?
For what crime has she been awarded everlasting castigation?
Oh, Lord, Thou art strong, and I am weak.
Why hast Thou made me suffer pain?
Thou art great and almighty, while I am nothing but a
tiny creäture crawling before Thy throne.
Why hast Thou crushed me with Thy foot?
Thou art a raging tempest, and I am like dust; why, my Lord,
hast Thou flung me on the cold earth?
Thou art powerful, and I am helpless;
why art Thou fighting me?
Thou art considerate, and I am prudent;
why art Thou destroying me?
Thou hast created woman with love, and why,
with love dost Thou ruin her?
With Thy right hand dost Thou lift her, and with Thy
left hand dost Thou strike her into the abyss,
and she knows not why.
In her mouth Thou blowest the breath of life,
and in her heart Thou sowest the seeds of death.
Thou dost show her the path of happiness,
but Thou leadest her in the road of misery;
in her mouth Thou dost place a song of happiness,
but then Thou dost close her lips with sorrow and dost
fetter her tongue with agony.
With Thy mysterious fingers dost Thou dress her wounds,
and with Thine hands Thou drawest the dread of pain
round her pleasures.
In her bed Thou hidest pleasure and peace,
but besides it Thou dost erect obstacles and fear.
Thou dost excite her affection through Thy will,
and from her affection does shame emanate.
By Thy will Thou showest her the beauty of creation,
but her love for beauty becomes a terrible famine.
Thou dost make her drink life in the cup of death,
and death in the cup of life.
Thou purifiest her with tears, and in tears her life streams away.
Oh, Lord, Thou hast opened my eyes with love,
and with love Thou hast blinded me.
Rumah Gadang (big house) or rumah bagonjong (spire roof house) are the
traditional homes of the Minangkabau, Padang West Sumatera.
The architecture, construction, internal and external decoration, and the functions
of the house show the culture and values of the Minangkabau. A rumah gadang
serves as a residence, a hall for family meetings, and for ceremonial activities.
With the Minangkabau society being matrilineal, the rumah gadang is owned
by the women of the family who live there – ownership is passed
from mother to daughter.
The houses have dramatic curved roof structure with multi-tiered, up swept
gables. Shuttered windows are built into walls incised with profuse painted
floral carvings. The term rumah gadang usually refers to the larger communal
homes, however, smaller single residences share many of its architectural
elements.
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I am just dust
which inherent in your ear
sometimes in the eye
makes you disturbed and dirty
but wait……
I had never heard you complain about me
or even sighing annoyed
you instead protects me
you give when I ask
you hold when I cry
oh my God……..
I feel ashamed and wanted to run away
but I am not able
because I need you
and
I know
if I leave you
then I will no longer being the dust
but will became trash
then
you will not allowed me to inherent even on your foot
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love
is a beauty feeling that bind woman
closed her eyes with misty dreams
overpowers of her fears of disappointments
that could make ache and sorrow
as strong finger grasps her
might create life-like a narrow prison of hopes
to giving birth
a beauty feeling of sacrifice for happiness
closed her eyes of spider web of risk
overpowers of her fears, for a life
which placed in her might be as the spectre of death
and ties her down to the skies of responsibilities
but create her life completely as woman
the true
love is between her, husband and kid
a woman will sees nothing but
a force of silky and soft of their hands
slowly pressed her to spread her love and swallow the sorrow
that forgotten her smile and drained her tears
through the shadows of love, happy, and death
woman
have to drink the poison of her destiny
from the cup of gratification of two forces
to understanding the reason of suffering and happiness
to the true meaning of the joy of life
as the blessings affection and kindness
of the graceful drama of woman’s life
My fellow blogger, this time I want to share about Sasando a traditional musical instruments
from Indonesia and it’s legend.
Happy reading!
Rote island…., my hometown.
It’s in the southernmost island of Indonesia, a small island of 1214,3 square kms in size
and forms a part of the Kupang Regency. It has an exceptional spectacular natural
environment with clear, transparant waters, caved rock formations, terraced
plantations and rolling hills rugged with palm trees, savanna and some forests.
It is also famous of its tenun ikat and traditional musical instruments named Sasando.
An instrument is like a harp with 28 or 56 strings and it’s believed known to
Rote people since 7th century.
The main part of sasando is a bamboo tube that served as the frame of the instrument.
Surrounded the tube is several wooden pieces served as wedges where the strings are
stretched from the top to the bottom. The wedges function is to hold the strings
higher than the tube surface to produce various length of strings to create
different musical notations.
The stringed bamboo tube is surrounded by a bag-like fan of dried lontar or palmyra leafs,
functioned as the resonator of the instrument. Sasando is played with both
hands reaching into the stings on bamboo tube through lontar opening on the front,
and the player’s fingers plucked the strings in the fashion like playing harp or kacapi.
Sasando
According to local tradition, the origin of Sasando was linked to folktale of Rote people
about the tale of Sangguana. Once upon a time, there was a boy named Sangguana
who lived in Rote Island. One day he tended to savannah. He felt tired and fell asleep under
a palmyra tree. Sangguana dreamt that he played beautiful music with a unique instrument.
The sound and the melody was so enchanting. Then he woke up,surprisingly Sangguana
still remembered the tones he played in the dream. He wanted to hear it one more time, so he tried
to sleep again. He dreamt the same song and same instrument. Sangguana was enjoying
his dream, however he had to wake up.
Did not want to lose those beautiful sounds, Sangguana tried to recreate the sounds and in
no time created a music instrument from palmyra leafs with the strings in the middle,
based on his memory from the dream.
my hometown
a beautiful island
at the East tip of equatorial emerald series
rare traditional culture
but seems forgotten by the government
or they might be not even remember its existence
I could only wish…
one day it listed in the agenda of tourism development
then it would become a charming and captivating area
my poor Rote island
Ikat with patola design from Rote island
summary of Wikipedia
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I love to be with you since the first time we met
I love seeing you when chasing the butterfly
I love everything about you
such a beautiful moment which
turns my world became shine of love’s joyful
created our time of together into a pleasures of romances which absorb in me
and made me addicted of being with you
but … after you left me
I hate thinking of you
I hate of being embraced by your shadow
I hate everything about you
and I can’t get rid of it
for such a long time, even
drags my world became misty in a pleasure of sorrows
and sunk me to enjoy the pleasure of being apart
I love you but I hate you and I don’t care whatever it is
because I had already in it
I only knew that the differences of meeting and parting are so thin
while I was already addicted to both of each pleasure
in reverie I seeping through a blue sky curtain
I could smell your scent and feeling your embrace
your love came to my heart and fill its corners
at a glance broke my empty soul into parts
the beauty I longed has slicing my soul into a scream
I did not deserve for the beauty and your love
Since my eyes filled with the dust of greedy
I walk to the edge of the sky on my weary steps
to pursue the forgiveness in the night haze
had heard only the waves singing the song of vain
which slowly walked to the gate of death
Impossible to find the splendor of heaven
my heart is filled with evil and hypocrisy
hurting and making people to be in sorrow is a satisfaction
I aware that pardon will not reach me
no point in being strong like a pillar of the kingdom
I desperately asked for your mercy…my God
for a moment let me drawn into my stupid imagination
to write a poetry about
reverie of chasing the splendor of heaven
the sound of music makes my soul vibrates
bring memory to my home town
I try to avoid it and run away
but wherever I go it’s still annoying
and seducing me to go home
I don’t want to hear it
I don’t want to go home
since my dream is still out of reach
it now embedded in my ear
where ever I go I could hear consistently
is this a reminding?
I closed my eyes and let
my mind flirts with the feeling
threw away the boundaries of the night
looking for a decision
now I’m humming along with the music
I’d been chasing my dream for too long
the music gave me a sign to go home
I want to go home to the land I came from
I have to go home to the people I loved
and let my dream be in dreams
***
– mei –
I am very happy to know that my writing was beneficial to fellow bloggers especially to you and
I am honored since this wonderful poem was dedicated to me.Humble.
Mei
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There is a land in which I dream
To climb the mountains and swim the stream.
A celestial place in hues of green.
Were the still water is a reflecting glass,
For all to see what is in their path.
It is a place of divine grace
That fills the empty human space.
A place to find the answers to your prayers.
As the color of the sky transforms the land
You know the Truth of God is at hand.
It is where God whispers in the quiet voice.
That you are deserving of all your dreams.
So look into the looking glass and grasp
The magnificence of Spirit and the beauty of Divinity.
Close your eyes and hear the winds as they whisk on by,
Feel the love from the One who embraces…
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oh father
will you please caress my head
till I get sleepy
oh mother
will you please sing me lullaby
till I fell asleep
oh my love
will you please hold my hand
let me to my dream
oh loved ones
I have always been a dreamer
only in a dream the world can seem peace and friendly
where I can reach my imagination
where I can follow my visions
oh loved ones
if later I awake
I will dedicate you
a poetry about a woman
that able to write only in her dream
***
– mei –
the shadow of night slowly comes over me
through a small hole
I can hear the insects are crawling
when I leering into the sky
the stars are twinkling
trying to illuminate the darkness of my soul
and the moon seducing me to smile
I never knew there were so much care
waking me from sleeping too long in misery
and let my feeling be as the driver
I sudden felt a vibration of emotion
that I had never felt before
it is to open my heart and construct way of thinking
in reach the real meaning of life
and freed myself from the cocoon of misery
to gaze upon a new trip of life’s procession
there is much beauty I never take notice of
there is so much love that I didn’t care
even if I did not get their love
let me give out my love for all
hell with all the painful misery
I stand beside
gaze on her face
deep brown hair
delicate features
of her mother
she is my beautiful one
magnolia-white skin
in ivory-white satin
veils and white roses
make me proud
for being the father
of my beautiful one
she looked at me
put her hand around my arm
tears on her black lashes
of her dark brown eyes
whisper “I love you Papa”
it’s my beautiful one
steps trembling
heart pounding
let off my girl
to the altar
“I love you too, my beautiful one”
if still possible
to incised the goodness
while there is still a chance
do not waste time
to correct the mistakes
to forgive and forgiven
on behalf of our self and soul
if still possible
thankful for the time that given
how long it will last
nobody knows
we are here only for a while
what we have just a deposit
till time take it away
if still possible
we could through this night
and still could see the sun
but everything is on His wish
while we still have time
let’s give more than before
let’s love more than present
the moonlight streaming dimly over her
make her eyes sparkled in hoping
through the window she looks and waiting
for the man that she loved to come
behind the gray haze his figure appears
slowly walk towards her under the moonlight
she rushes unlocked the door
and let herself into his warmth holds
he laid her in the silver shadows
with the moonlight stream dimly over her
she waits him to come over her face
to fill the long longing that had been seeped
he has belonged to someone else
but her love was too strong to admit
defeating the thoughts from feelings
raised the courage to cover the mistake
the night will soon pass and dawn is coming
a certainly pain sudden stabbed her inner
spoken the same words as the nights before
would you still love me tomorrow?
Almost a year ago when my mom knows that I love to write poetry, she gave me
a piece of obsolete letter and asked me to create a poem.
Mom said that the letter was given by my late father as
a dowry on their wedding day.
I tried not to change the original words and this is it……
I just checked on my old files and found this poem (wrote June 2011) which I think would be interesting to share with you. I like this poem, hopefully you like it as well.
Happy reading!
The orange twilight starting to fade
crawling in weak and weary
It slowly disappears from sight
mixing with dark turned to black
The atmosphere of lonely visiting
accompanied by dog’s howling to knitting the night
arousing the reverie broke the feelings
restless and confusion immediate erupt
Bamboo leaves are sighing
sliced by the blade of hope
expressing the longing that can’t restrained
engraved the pain of the splitting soul
Just to release a remorse
of a hope that haven’t come true
the song of love ripping the heart
because of the uncertainty waiting
The moon is crying the stars lamenting
singing the sonnets of lonely
wind sighing twigs crackling
creating poem for a waiting vain
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