20061220

a fig tree


you are a fig tree:
you are very independent and strong minded;
a hard worker when you want to be, you play hard too;
you are honest and loyal; you hate contradiction or arguments;
you love life, and you live for your friends, children, and animals;
a great sense of humor, artistic talent, and intelligence are all gifts you possess.
- www.blogthings.com/whatsyourceltichoroscopequiz
a soul
And when he saw a fig tree in the way, he came to it, and found nothing thereon, but leaves only, and said unto it, Let no fruit grow on thee henceforward for ever. And presently the fig tree withered away. – Matthew 21:19 KJV
a song
... and when your river runs high, let it flow, let it flow
it's your time with life to let your garden grow
and when your burden gets rough, let it go, let it go
let your strength return on every breeze that blows;
...
... and when your river runs dry and your halo is torn
drink the living stream in the calm of the dawn
and may you travel in peace and may your children be blessed
and your mind released and your soul caressed; ...
- Island Girl by Altan

a prayer
... Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever. Amen. - Matthew 6:9-13 KJV

the sun and the moon are never seize up to rise and set among the stars, as God are not fail to grant me another new day, for the last 31 years.
Lord, thank You for the present ... as yesterday and tomorrow ...

20061104

the bamboo adobe


i sit along in the dark bamboo grove,
playing the zither and whistling long.
in this deep wood no one would know -
only the bright moon comes to shine.

translation taken from Poetry Connection
http://www.poetryconnection.net/poets/Wang_Wei/18435






tribute to remembrance of Rumpun Bambu blog

20061005

haibun for God

the dim bulb light, shower the walls : the warmth touches my skin
remember the evening sunlight, cut across room : touches my heart
laying at bed, alone —my soul —restless : for You to keep
... goodnight God ...

Cimahi - 19.09.2006

20060901

empty shell

like an empty shell of a sea snail, the beauty of it reflects God's handcraft
but inside, it's empty, nothing but whispering wind of the sea

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