where should you go
seek sun shine
while these frost down
and tree leaves gone
where should you walk
find a shelter stop
while hard rain hits
and the doors shut
where should you run
find a fire light
while this sheer heart beat
meaningless dim off
where should you go
other than purifying bath
translated from:
Salju
Ke manakah pergi
mencari matahari
ketika salju turun
pohon kehilangan daun
ke manakah jalan
mencari lindungan
ketika tubuh kuyup
dan pintu tertutup
ke manakah lari
mencari api
ketika bara hati
padam tak berarti
ke manakah pergi
selain mencuci diri
-Wing Karjo
was also composed into a song by Bimbo:
Salju.mp3_by_Bimbo_Indonesia
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Friday, February 19, 2010
the Blues
the night breeze squeezes the shadows of the trees
his silhouette rambling over the hills
though decaying, he's actually striving
to stand over the rocks rising
and the million of wills
whispering leaves
in the bleak arms of night
was his piece of heart
longing for the moon,
the dusk,
and the frozen of light
totodigio
Sept. 13, 1978
his silhouette rambling over the hills
though decaying, he's actually striving
to stand over the rocks rising
and the million of wills
whispering leaves
in the bleak arms of night
was his piece of heart
longing for the moon,
the dusk,
and the frozen of light
totodigio
Sept. 13, 1978
Sunday, November 15, 2009
A lone
His life is getting worse of lonely, worse of empty
even worse off at night time
he shouted and scared
gulped off of his room of emptyness
how he hates. himself of all
whose wishing a woman of mate
ev'ry threats in ev'ry corners. Even coming closer
within scares of waiting he whisper a name
he laiden down and shouted. Who's calling is it?
tiredly he wept: Mother! Mother!
Chairil Anwar
Februari 1943
even worse off at night time
he shouted and scared
gulped off of his room of emptyness
how he hates. himself of all
whose wishing a woman of mate
ev'ry threats in ev'ry corners. Even coming closer
within scares of waiting he whisper a name
he laiden down and shouted. Who's calling is it?
tiredly he wept: Mother! Mother!
Chairil Anwar
Februari 1943
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Letters
letters were written while tired candles blink
letters were written while whispering wind breezes
letters were written while ticking clocks tick-tacking
letters were written, words were whispering
wont fades wont disappear
surat-surat, 1971 - meditasi, abdul hadi wm [Indonesia]
letters were written while whispering wind breezes
letters were written while ticking clocks tick-tacking
letters were written, words were whispering
wont fades wont disappear
surat-surat, 1971 - meditasi, abdul hadi wm [Indonesia]
Monday, July 28, 2008
objective reality
I am a determinist,
compelled to act as if free will existed
because if I wish to live in a civilized society
I must act responsibly
My career has been determined
by various forces over which I have no control
primarily those mysterious glands
in which nature prepares the very essence of life
Henry Ford may call it his Inner Voice,
Socrates referred to it as his daemon:
each man explains in his own way
the fact that the human will is not free
Everything is determined
by the force over which we have no control
for the insect as well as for the star
Human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust,
we all dance to a mysterious time,
intoned in the distance by an invisible player
- Einstein
compelled to act as if free will existed
because if I wish to live in a civilized society
I must act responsibly
My career has been determined
by various forces over which I have no control
primarily those mysterious glands
in which nature prepares the very essence of life
Henry Ford may call it his Inner Voice,
Socrates referred to it as his daemon:
each man explains in his own way
the fact that the human will is not free
Everything is determined
by the force over which we have no control
for the insect as well as for the star
Human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust,
we all dance to a mysterious time,
intoned in the distance by an invisible player
- Einstein
Saturday, July 26, 2008
gayathri
Eternal One
lead me from the Unreal to the Real
from Ignorance to Knowledge
from Darkness to Light
from Death to Immortality
to be with Eternity in everlasting peace
- Veda
lead me from the Unreal to the Real
from Ignorance to Knowledge
from Darkness to Light
from Death to Immortality
to be with Eternity in everlasting peace
- Veda
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songs of Kabir
I am a materialist-spiritualist
that is their trouble
they cannot conceive of it
they have always thought that materialism is
something diametrically against, opposite, to spiritualism
bring them closer. In fact, that is how it is
your body is not opposed to your soul,
otherwise, why should we be together?
and God is not opposed to the world,
otherwise, why should He create it?
Man is body-soul together
both have to be satisfied...
Kabir says: 'The Master, who is true,
He is all light.'
- Rabindranath Tagore
that is their trouble
they cannot conceive of it
they have always thought that materialism is
something diametrically against, opposite, to spiritualism
bring them closer. In fact, that is how it is
your body is not opposed to your soul,
otherwise, why should we be together?
and God is not opposed to the world,
otherwise, why should He create it?
Man is body-soul together
both have to be satisfied...
Kabir says: 'The Master, who is true,
He is all light.'
- Rabindranath Tagore
Labels:
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