warmth of a candle

I light a candle now.
cry silently celebrating one very special to me,
has just finished her artwork.

after her hard times.


Beautiful babies just born again.

happiness

i rather choose peace within my heart rather than within my thoughts

where i could feel wave of warmth caress my heart, my whole
whenever i have a glimpse of my wonderful love

whenever i heard her name got spoken

i believe happiness belongs to heart - not brain

i am so in pain

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flying free III

this is real strange.

now i am about to experience the same experience of my wonderful love.

i will leave to india right after the split up...,
and strangely her time years ago also around this time.

probably i will then experience the exact things she had once during her trip.

i have two options actually.

going on trip to india or .......

making small project in malaysia.

looks like i have to go on this strange dejavu of my wonderful love then.

now it is crystalclear.

namaste INDIA - नमस्ते भारत.


no love will be brought - only pure enjoyment.
all fellows i will meet.. enjoy the life fully.
lets share magical meeting with pure passion.
because i'm not bringing any love :)

lets get lost.

skype me: esatyawarman

 howl me: emile.satyawarman@gmail.com

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flying free II

the project!! "Lost travelers" will start soon.
documenting (more precise is to experience) the "real" backpacking scenery. "real" haha.

backpacker-fellows out there. lets get lost.
love and light. to receive and to give.

friends out there - we shall meet us passionately.
treat me as a blank white canvas.
splash me with your colours
and i will splash you back, you can't imagine.

we will scream!!!  ne~

i am all yours.

this is going to be my second book.
and will be written with total depth.
huzzzaahhhh!!!  feel so sexy already.


malaysia - thailand - burma - india!!! - nepal.

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flying free

ha...

what a pleasant coincidence.
(naughty-naughty me ...haha)

at last!

actually there's no coincidence,

as Albert Einstein said

"God doesn't play dice"

and i am so happy i listened to my heart

i will never-never-ever ignore it again!

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boxes

i don't want to believe
but to deny, am i able?

being responsible of it
whether telling or not?

i will hear my heart & feeling
well, i can't even help myself

let flow
life is beautiful

i still have many unopened boxes, those i will open

life is like a box full of chocolates.

bubba Gump ep. in Forrest Gump.

few people have sort of superstitious ability to see / foresee. happenings.
they suffer sometimes of having this ability, although a wonderful gift it is.
the worst suffer is denial, or even not saying the truth of what they know, or a lie.
these people suffered already. undefined.
they just need true compassion.

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dance of love

coreography, performed & taken by me.

 

भारत

i am coming to you

with all my curiosity

as a white canvas. as a white sheet. 

as a hunger of any possibilities.

let me be then coloured with your magical colours.

namaste INDIA - 
नमस्ते भारत.

reflection of 11.11

people see their own reflection on the mirror.
 

some only want to see their beauty 
some avoid to see their uglyness
some won't even realize

to see our own reflection on the mirror
needs a wisdom & depth for certain
for self introspection
only very few do.

we better be the very few one,
dare to see our own bad side
and aware of it, to work on it.

arrogancy, ungrateful, shameless
these are things, which would only disgrace our Life.

i see my own reflection, my imperfection, and work on it.
i use we on the above sentences.

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beautiful minds

Rainy days
speak of no cloudy greys
looking forward to the destiny,
end of the end

Dawn leaves
with golden tears understood the joy
knowing the glory of life, falling, dying
and seeing wide

utopie ...
human race sees life's wisdom

My kind trees
do raise in mind for me
giving, silently crying to none
do live and shine

sparkling hearts are rare
somewhere we melt

anyer

emile s.

all photos : emile s.

 

 

destined

silence of silvery waves,

observed by the sickle moon at far

caressing waving a legato of one

... touched me gently shyly

stars and nebulae

singing circle of unknown

of but!        ... what i am?

lots of sand - lots of prejudice - such a waste to be - but then            ... who i am?

leave me! all alone.

that i do don't care.

pain me.

suffer me.

mesmerize me.

ought the hardest.

submissive string.

oh yes really do don't care

as one.

as whole.

the burden of one pure.

to that gasp the only one.

to feel.

oh falling stars

oh collapsing galaxies

oh ambitious, jealous dawn

oh passionate fragile love

therefore you will see me | you will see me then

to be the tree of falling leaves.

amed

emile s.

all photos : emile s

 

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long lost love

just had a long beautiful conversation with one person
a special one from years before. one who disappeared.

it was me who made her disappeared i guessed, 
but somehow... the hollow.
i hated her, i dismissed her.
 
now i got my peace back. we got our peace back.
not as lover anymore, but as a true-friend.

she said lovingly;
"true friend is rare. and to the museum you belong".
 
may bless of life decorate your life always, princess.
tenderly i kiss you.

emile s

dukkha

warung Gista, djokdjakarta

The Buddha himself on Dukkha:

This, bhikkhus, is the Noble Truth of Dukkha:

Birth is dukkha, aging is dukkha,

sickness is dukkha, death is dukkha. 

Presence of objects we loathed is dukkha;

separation from what we love is dukkha;

not getting what is wanted is dukkha.

this is from  Ryuichi Sakamoto

hibari.

accompanying me cycling around in beautiful djokdja

yet it is a hollow inside me

i know that i 'm in pain

always am.

tamansari, djokdja

cycling around beautiful old djokdja,
-with a very vey beautiful new friend

 

all photos : emile s.

coconut souls TRILOGY \ part I

days are long

small waves breach lazily on an empty rocky beach

children with hopes of next future

gently smiling in their eyes

oh beautiful bright eyes

lovingly thinking of beautiful world, full of playgrounds

bumping on every little pond

splashing the childhood happiness

in a warm orange morning of the shyly shining sun

i see beautiful eyes | telling the happiness of yours

glitter on your whole

shine as your soul

a soul already known before 

has touched the long buried shrine of me

rejuvenate me | feast graciously

beautiful old soul.

I saw. i felt. i am happy

whispering so soft as the cool mountain wind

I dare myself to say | love.

We'll see us in another life, again beautifuly.

amed

emile s.

all photos : emile s.

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coconut souls TRILOGY \ part II

there was a time

running, swimming and shouting at its joy

looking at smiles, as if the day never ends

to a side. a neverfading face to love

a time other times

when the hearts are beating faster

the souls caressing each other

to a side. a neverending one

to sense. to feel. to overwhelm. to understand.

i do.

under the blue starry night of breaching waves

under the sky of herons

i've understood to find

the long lost smile i remembered once

 

amed

emile s.

all photos : emile s.

coconut souls TRILOGY \ part III

this night

a butterfly sat on my lap

speaking words of love

we stared at each other

we danced

we indeed danced

in the sea of silence

this night

whisper of hearts summoned

tell her. about my peace now

in my days, fragile hearts are lovely.

tell her. eluxantly. that,

boundaries are nothing

feelings are everything

fly butterfly. fly. embrace her

win the distance.

to your last breath

to die in her lap. peacefully

ubud

emile s.

all photos : emile s