the scent of december

The breeze sneaks into my room thru the upper ventilation, and whisper softly to announce its coming.."wake up, ...this is me"
Heavily and doubtfully, I lift up my eyelids and squint at the clock and doze off.
For the second time with the same gently voice, it whispers again.."don't you look forward to seeing the gifts I've prepared for you ? with me also a present that you've never dared to dream about before..I have prepared it for years ."

Suddenly I realize that's the real voice of my true old friend that never fails to come in every december. I pop out the eyes, stretch my body ,snatch the handmade wallet and dash to the six year old bike for a joy ride. In the nearby traditional market I park my bike and start to fill my basket. After quite enough time the basket looks overburdened and my wallet goes empty. And I go home.

On the way, my best old friend and I chant in harmony...It empowers me to forget all the pain, the scars, the bitterness, and the tears...
My heart is so light without any burden. I feel I can fly.

At home I take out each thing purchased. Compliment after compliment for each of the things uttered over and over. I am so content and pleased.
Once in a while my old friend hides and comes out immediately to make me laugh and sure that everything is all right.

My old friend always conjures up memories of memorable family events,my mom's busy kitchen, my father's advices, my siblings' hopes, and my dreams when I was very young.....!!

cause and effect

too smooth.....makes slippery
too rich.......makes greedy
too big........makes clumsy
too good.......makes cocky

whereas

too hard.......makes sorry
too poor.......makes dingy
too small......makes pity
too ugly.......makes messy

purple, blue, and red

the wine is purple
pulls through a cripple

the high sky is blue
from there comes the clues

blood is always red
from cross clamps the shreds

curiosity

curiosty creates torture...
cannot close eyes night and day
curiosty creates fracture...
cannot walk in proper way

past life

begitu banyak yang kulihat
kepedihan yang tersirat
begitu banyak yang kudapat
kepedihan yang terpahat

hampa

hari berlalu,
musim berlalu,
masa berlalu,
waktu berlalu,

tetapi
n'tah mengapa dan kenapa
hati ini berkata hampa

wine

like storms around the vine
life was not always fine
last I walked like a blind
with nothing as a sign
heart was aching by spine
nightmares were in my mind
thank God for the dear wine
make the bliss will be mine


lots grapes produced from vine
quench the thirst to be fine
God comes to heal the blind
and give wine His love sign
He makes sure no more spine
in my heart and my mind
bread with a cup of wine
mercy, grace will be mine


........Thanks to Him
........Thanks to Him to give me new heart and life