Selasa, 31 Desember 2013


Should auld aquintance be forgot and never brought to mind
Should auld aquintance be forgot and auld lang syne.
(Robert Burns 1788)

Rabu, 16 Oktober 2013

The Pink Kettle.


                 Life is too short. Grudges are a waste of happiness.
          Laugh when you can, apologize when you should, and
                         let go of what you can't change.

Selasa, 17 September 2013


              "when you seek love with all your heart,
                                  you shall find its echo in the Universe". (Rumi)

Selasa, 20 Agustus 2013


                                                                  Segara, sweet child of the sea.

Kamis, 18 Juli 2013


                                                                           after Fransisco Zuninga.

Selasa, 02 Juli 2013

Black birds of Singapore.

                                                                     from Wallace Stevens poems.

Sabtu, 20 April 2013


I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high over valleys and hills
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of golden daffodils
Beside the lake beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze
Continous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way
They streched in never ending line
Along the margin of a bay
Ten thosand I saw at a glance
Tosing their heads in sprightly dance
The waves beside them dance, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee
A poet cannot but be gay
In such a jocund company
I gazed and gazed but little thought
What wealth the show to me has brought
For often when on my couch I lie
In vacant or pensive mood
The flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude
And then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils.
(William Wordsworth Longfellow)

Rabu, 03 April 2013


Self is what you are
You are that fathomlessness
In which experience and concepts appear
Self is the moment that has no coming or going
It is the heart, Atman, Emptiness,
It shines to itself, by itself, in itself,
Self is what gives breath to life
You need not search for it,
It is here
You are that through which you would search
You are what you are looking for,
And that is all it is
Only self is.
(From, prose and poetry of Dancing Emptiness
Sri H W L Poona)