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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