Balance ☯️

Originally posted by gifgy

Proud to Say That I’m Your Child

Look at how high she is. Look how great she is.

Look when she’s smiling, a bit shy at first, then the yellow sun peek to assist her to looks so bright the whole day.

Look when she’s take a rest. Her face looks a bit scarlett with red cheeks when she lay down her head and the clouds running all around.

Look when she’s sleeping. So beautifully in comfort. Blowing winds so gently, take you on a journey of a nice, nice dream.

She had a sister, also the beauty of its kind. Reflecting her sister everytime.

Look how deep she is. Look how great she is.

Look when she’s happy, everyone gather around, enjoying her fingers tickling our feet, and the sun shine her face the whole day.

Look when she’s take a rest, slowly moving back home, tone down the heat, and get closer to the land to lay down her head.

Look when she’s sleeping. She pulls the blanket to cover her head in the land. Whisper words of wisdom for you to have a nice, nice dream.

But sometimes, things may works different. Sometimes the’re not in a good mood. Sometimes they get mad, or angry. Sometimes they sad, and lonely. Because sometimes, we forget, about them. We forget to appreciate them. We forget to say, thank you.

Thank you mother, to give us all the things in the world, to feed us, to look up for us, to share your soul and energy, to teach us how to live our life, to give us life of what we have yesterday, today, and the days to come.

Forgive us to let you down, forgive us to forget how precious you are, forgive us who don’t know how to appreciate, forgive us for not be thankful of what we have all this time.

You always remind us where we are, dear Mother Nature. You will always be my mother and i am proud to say that i am your child.

-ML-

Blurred Lines Between Free Will and to Conform the Common Interests

Why can’t we be water, when we know we must?

Why we keep it high when it supposed to be low?

Why can’t we meet the point when we know we can?

Why we keep the unecessary when there are so many important things to have?

Why we still punch and slam our fists when we can have a warming hug and a gentle caress?

When i want to laugh, i laugh

When i want to feel, i feel

When i want to touch, i touch When i love, i love.

When we choose to start a war, we’ll be tearing apart

When we blow our mind, we’ll be lost in our adversity

When we pointing at one another, there will be no absolute solution till the end of time

When we choose to do nothing, we’ll be fine, individually.

When we give the understanding, there will be a warm chair with a cup of tea and a nice conversation

When we have no fear, we’ll be safe and sound with nothing could take us down

When we have one another, there will be someone who always take care and got your back no matter what

When we share the happiness, we could feel as if we’ll live forever.

We can let the free will to lead, or let the mutual needs decide for it. It is us who make the call.

-ML-

Sudah Ada Porsinya

Tak perlu perwakilan atas keputusan yang harus kuambil
Tak perlu perintah untuk melakukan hal yang ingin kulakukan
Tak hanya satu tapi ribuan suara yang sudah kudengar
Semua ada waktunya, sudah ada porsinya.

Terlalu sibuk mengatur orang lain
Terlalu sungkan untuk merendahkan ego
Terlalu jadi pengecut untuk bicara atas nama diri sendiri
Sampai akhirnya waktu sudah menunjukkan batasnya.

Kita lahir ke dunia, tumbuh bersama alam, beradaptasi dengan lingkungan, belajar dengan akal, bekerja dengan tenaga, dan mati karena ajalnya.
Tuhan telah dan akan atur hidupku, bukan kamu.

It’s Hard to Hear Yourself when Everything Else is Louder

They stepped into their home, anxiously but believe in one thing: knowing that their God was with them. Watching and heard everything.

Not in a second, not even an inch until they put their ass on the chair, there comes a thunder. A storm, a giant whirlwind, a hurricane bashed their face all over. Swept their words so no one could hear it.

But wait, they’re still there. Hold onto their position. Not move, even just an inch. The intention was clear, to be there, to be present, to be exist, to be in the middle of anything that could happen. To prove that their commitment is strong. Still standing high even though another storm passes. Built upon great fondation, honesty and trust.

It was the most noisy moment in their life when inside was total silent. They were barely speak, and surely knows that only God could hear. Because it’s hard to hear yourself when everything else is louder.

No Limit

It’s not about the pain all over the body. It’s even more than that, a lot deeper, somewhere deep down inside that hands couldn’t reach, and meds couldn’t heal.

Take it out, they say. Wish i could, i thought.
Let it free, they say. Let it be, i thought.
Throw away, they say. Lay it there, i thought.
You’ll get sick, they say. I’ll be fine, one day.

You’ve been pushed down, and get back up again, being pushed again, and get back up again, and again, and again, and again…and yes you get back up again.

What’s been down, will get back up again. As long as heart still beating and lungs still breathing.

Higher Than High

Call it a day, call it a night

When the world has turn shadows into shimmering lights

When the stars shinning so bright and you can’t resist the full moonlight

Play the jingly jingle and everything seems so right

Like a child running in the yard trying to fly his kite

Like rainbows, trees, oceans and stars I ain’t meant to make mother nature cries

Hear the words full of wisdom when the man blew the smoke up to the sky

Hit the banjo strings and it makes you higher than high.

-ML-

What a Night

It was loud. It was silent.
It was summer. It was cold.
It was anxious. It was tense.

Throwing words in minds. Keep anger in chests.
One heading east and one to the west.

It was nice greeting, but no regard.
If there was no meeting, there will be no apart.

-ML-

Jazzy Old Man

There was him who taught me how to live. There was also him who taught me how to love. There was absolutely him who taught me how to live in love.

Live to love what you’re doing. Live to love who you are with. Live to love in sincere. Live to love yourself unconditionally.

He was someone who needs nobody, but everybody need him. He was someone who could see things that everyone can’t see. He was someone who will find something that one day, that thing will actually means everything.

He was poor of treasure, but rich in love. He was bad at temper, but good at sharing with others. He was stubborn and idealist, but surprisingly logical and surely knows what to do.

The oxygen tube is fully load, but his chair is empty. The room is silent, and everything feels so cold. The smoke from his clover ciggs is here no more. The roar of his reign is heard no more.

But there’s one thing still hit me, really hard. Both in my ears, also in my soul. It is his jam. The piano, the drums, the trumpets, the sax, the sexy tune that feels really close that makes me think i could touch it. It’s his jazz, still in the air. Cure the sorrow, drag me far back to yesteryears.

Thank you, Dad. For let me know the Jazz. For shared your loved ones. For shared the thing that brings up memories back to life.

It’s been a year, my Dave Brubeck, my Horace Silver, my Charlie Parker, my Louis Armstrong, my John Coltrane, my booze to light up the tiny house you build that becomes a home for everybody.

See you on the other side my Jazzy Old Man, you are more than every genius combined.

May 25th, 2016. A year to remember A.T. Soerjo (May 25th 2015).

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