sing my line, dance my life, sketch my creation

The one pen

As the director of my own life

I have been writing my own script of life

I found myself using a pen

The one who creates, morphs, defines, and produces

It is said that this one brings fortune, can buy happiness, defines my social place

Full of ambition, it struggles in my hand to face the world

When im using it, I carry the pen character

I step on every platform of numbers with it

I knew my life of success will depend on it

And that success i must reach

Another pen,

The one who has intelligent and logic

Which has the capability of making great arguments

I must have the pen for something I choose in life

A big desicion which only I understand

The pen helps me creating my space through arguments

It writes everything i stand for

humanity, faith, life, philosophy, politics, business, etc

It fights for my rights

And i have to stand on my rights

Almost forgot of one pen,

The pen is now resting, dusting, somehow rottening

Maybe i was too busy on achieving my life with the other ones

This very special pen

Which brings many miracles

the one which changes me to be a better man

And a whole new life of true happiness

And which can write I love you so true

The pen from my deepest heart

It is from you my beloved Lord

I realize It is right to be a great person seen by others

Some success are defined by economical and social backgrounds

But will those smiles of people and numbers make you happy?

Why in the first place we are here?

Or maybe for whom do we live?

I think we all have one answer with different reasons

To write our own love letter to our lives

With the one we love

So here I am, again

With the one pen who carries me here

With all my love to life

Imal

Say I am You

I am dust particles in sunlight. 
I am the round sun. 

To the bits of dust I say, Stay. 
To the sun, Keep moving. 

I am morning mist, 
and the breathing of evening. 
I am wind in the top of a grove, 
and surf on the cliff. 

Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel, 
I am also the coral reef they founder on. 

I am a tree with a trained parrot in its branches. 
Silence, thought, and voice. 

The musical air coming through a flute, 
a spark of stone, a flickering in metal. 
Both candle and the moth crazy around it. 
Rose, and the nightingale lost in the fragrance. 

I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy, 
the evolutionary intelligence, the lift, and the falling away. 

What is, and what isn’t. 

You who know, Jelaluddin,
You the one in all, say who I am. 
Say I am you.

…………………………………….. …………

Your embrace some formsaying, “I am this.”

By God, you are not thisor that or the other

you are “Unique One”

- Jelaluddin Rumi

Anak

Seorang ibu menggendong bayi berkata, bicaralah pada kami tentang anak

Anakmu bukanlah milikmu, mereka adalah putra-putri kehidupan.

Mereka terlahir melaluimu, tetapi bukan berasal darimu, karena itu mereka ada bersamamu tapi bukanlah milikmu.

Engkau harus memberi mereka cintamu, tetapi bukan pemikiranmu, karena mereka punya pemikiran mereka sendiri.

Engkau bisa memberikan rumah untuk tubuh mereka, tetapi tidak untuk jiwanya. Karena jiwa mereka akan tinggal di rumah masa depan, yang tidak bisa kau kunjungi, bahkan dalam mimpimu sekalipun.

Engkau boleh mencoba meniru mereka, tapi jangan memaksa mereka menirumu, karena kehidupan tidak pernah berjalan mundur, tidak pula akan terulang.

Engkau adalah busur panah, yang darinya anak-anakmu akan meluncur ke depan.

Sang pemanah menarikmu dengan keagungan-Nya agar anak panah bisa melesat jauh menuju keabadian

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Buta Cahaya

Terduduk dalam sudut dan sorot lampu menggoda

Menunggu gerak, langkah dan tindakan

Dihujamkan pertanyaan mengenai hidup dan mati

Bermain kata membentuk paradigma

Berilusi dalam kabut cerita

dimana malaikat mati bunuh diri

dan iblis menangis

Mereka melihat manusia

Gagal menyamakannya pada setiap 99 nama

Saat bintang dan bulan berdiri di singgasana

dan salib putih dibakar merah dihadapannya

Putih yang kelam

Matahari hitam bersandar dua menyinari

diantara bayangan sang pendosa

dibutakan, entah sang pendosa atau pemberi dosa

Htam hingga langit tak membiarkan suara tangis anak didengar ibunya

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