I will not walk with your progressive apes, erect and sapient...

if by God's mercy progress ever ends,

and does not ceaselessly revolve the same

unfruitful course with changing of a name.


...Then looking on the Blessed Land 'twill see,

that all is as it is, and yet made free...

~J.R.R. Tolkien~


As a fire when kindled

makes fuel into ash,

so the fire of wisdom

makes actions into ash.

~Bhagavad Gita 4:37~

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Breeze of the Coming-Fall

Hmmmfffffhhhhhh.....hmmmshhhhhhhh


Empty breath yet richness flow
Peek and slide through my window
A distinct clear, and humble touch
Complaisant fume, caress me much


When cloud replace what sun embrace
as rain sweeps out what dirt cast about


I stood upon the gleaming cloud
Silvery white, on a blue canvas draw out
And golden rays disperse
Make it perfect,  attaining verse


A whistle so distant I can hear
Across a thousand sea from here
With barking dog and singing cricket
Flowing streams and chrysant in bucket


[and the eagle up above, search the moon and wake her up]


Oo busy city where's your shout
In here and now, you lose your proud
Down to earth you bow and praise
Upon the tender one you're so amazed


Oo lively street I fond you now
A ticking clock race me somehow


I sing, I praise, I grab my shawl
this is the breeze of the coming-fall

BCN, September 2011 - upon a cloudy day from a balcony with a lit kretek and a memory crack.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Naskah Kami di Dasar Bumi

Dalam benar yang berarak maju,
Di bawah kirana berpendar suluh
dan tubuh-tubuh ringkih gemeletar,
ditopang asa yang enggan memudar.

Jiwa-jiwa besar di tubuh yang kerdil
Berontak mengamuk, walau kerap menatap bedil
Dan raga-raga tipis menolak api besar
Yang dalam konflik seringkali tersiar

Lengah.... namun kami terus maju
Meragu.... namun kami terus peduli

Bila bayang mentari disapa kirana,
Lengkaplah kami menutup usia,
Pejamkan mata di dasar rahim pertiwi
Hingga nanti kami kembali
dalam raga yang tak lagi bisa mati

Maju dan bertahan, mundur dan berangan
Kerap kami mencari, sesuatu yang jauh di dalam diri.

Maju dan berarak, mundur dan sempurna
Kerap kami terhempas, pada janji dan kilau mimpi

Alangkah nyata....

Monday, September 12, 2011

Point of View

Mother-earth, not father-earth.
Mother nature, not father nature.
Mother-land, not father-land.
Mother country, not father country.
Mother tounge, not father tounge.
Mother language, not father language.
"Son of a bitch", never "son of a gigolo".

Above all, it is 9 months
And only now we never confronts.