From you - who makes a poet out of me

not having
but be present
enjoying the being here and now
no words were needed but presence

which direction should I run
if the way is deep in mine?
why need words
if the presentation will be limited?

Aug 27 2004 0931 PM

Thanks for the your poem for my chilly weekend,
leaves are leaving their branches...

Not A Day on Any Calendar

NOT A DAY ON ANY CALENDAR
Rumi (1207-1273)

Spring, and everything outside is growing
even the tall cypress tree.
We must not leave this place.
Around the lip of the cup we share, these words,

My Life Is Not Mine
If someone were to play music, it would have to bevery sweet.
We're drinking wine, but not through lips.
We're sleeping it off, but not in bed.
Rub the cup across your forehead.
This day is outside living and dying.

Give up wanting what other people have.
That way you're safe.
"Where, where can I be safe?" you ask.

This is not a day for asking questions,
not a day on any calendar.
This day is conscious of itself.
This day is a lover, bread, and gentleness,
more manifest than saying can say.

Thoughts take form with words,
but this daylight is beyond and before
thinking and imagining. Those two,
they are so thirsty, but this gives smoothness
to water. Their mouths are dry, and they aretired.

The rest of this poem is too blurry for them to read.

* London, August 27 204 03:18PM

How sweet is the pain to be

how warm was the numbing wind
walking down the path tonight
the cold wind embracing me
and the stars patching the sky shyly

how sweet was the bitter pain
harking back what the world had said to me
my ears opened no more to the hurting words
and refused to join the sight of you tonight

how cold is the hot blaze to be
when i will be standing near you
hope showering in the rain of joy
and the sun starts to send its glory

how sweet is the pain to be
i fear no more

London, August 23 2004, 11:38PM
Autumn is approaching ...

Sepenggal puisi tak bermakna - ia dinamai tiada

kudengar cerita tentang hula-hula
dan para suku pemberi wanita
kudengar pula tentang levi strauss
dan manilowsky
nama nama itu menari-nari dalam benakku
menyajikan gambaran nama lain
yang tak pernah lagi muncul

kudengar cerita tentang pariban
dan tentang para suku pembawa amanat
untuk menikahi wanita tertentu
tidak kudengar nama apa apa
tapi kuingat satu nama
yang tak pernah lagi muncul
mungkin ia sedang menunggu
paribannya..

kudengar hatiku sendiri mengetuk-ketuk
mengapa cerita cerita itu
harus lewat
ketika duka
belum lagi sirna

dunia mungkin tak lagi berpihak
bagi mereka
yang tak tahu apa itu hula hula
apa itu pariban
dunia mungkin saja tak tahu apa-apa

dan aku tak tahu apa-apa
aku masih berduka
ia tak pernah lagi ada
hanya tinggal
dalam puisi tak bermakna

London, August 3 2004, 10:22PM
sepenggal kalimat itu, holong do rohaku tu ho,
masihkah bermakna?

memang cerita itu hiasan dunia
ia ada dimana ia ingin singgah
tak bisa kau atur apalagi kau minta
tak perlu kau usir apalagi kau ratapi
selama kau masih punya hati tuk mendengar satu cerita
maka kau lebih berharga daripada hula-hula itu
apalagi levis strauss dan paribannya
karena cerita cuma hiasan dunia
dan kamu pemiliknya

Thanks, memang pelangi hidupmu tak kunjung sirna....