28.4.20

Best part of my day.

You are.

If only you knew, how grateful I am,
to live and witness you.

26.4.20

Spores

Astrology app based on Artificial Intelligence (AI) suggests me to try to communicate by releasing spores. One of the oldest ways in communicating, laterally, that gives rise to collective intelligence.

There are many ways to communicate, but we sometimes limit it to only the verbal.

We are creatures lives by communications in millions of language happening inside our single body twenty-four hours a day. The microorganisms in our body, hormones, cells, organs, they are communicating either for the continuity of their collective or our sole body existence.

But what has taken me into awe, was the communications that work laterally, actually happened to be the most effective and massively impactful, as it happens. For examples, of how the bacterial communicates inside our body to build colonies and infects it or assists it.

Back to the AI's suggestions to communicate with releasing spores, aren't we all most of the time without realizing releasing the "negative" spores? In our lateral experience, we are sometimes too releasing tensions over others. Our unstable emotion would sometimes ignore the needs of others for the fulfilment of ours. We even sadly, uncontrollably tend to dishearten others for the sake of vanity. We have taken the lateral's benefits for granted.

Our gestures, our gaze, our words, our minds, they are all sometimes at its full capacity to act on both sides. We could use our potential to heal or to hurt others. And by consequences under Newton's law, supposedly, those actions would all serve us back in the end.



24.4.20

Still.

Be stilled my heart.
A sea that soars, a thunder that roars.
Find rest my soul.
Know where your strength comes from.

Because I will still love.
Even when my words all messed up.
Even at my weakest point.
Even at my worst.

22.4.20

Beautiful One.

Graceful one,
  you are.
Gazing at the sun
  so bravely.
And never have I watched anyone
  own wisdom as yours.

21.4.20

One's Needs to Feel Safe and be in Control.

--Freud's perspectives

In the time of COVID-19.


When quarantine force you to find hidden talents.

Just realize I have written fifty-two posts in less than a year. Along with all the frenzies thanks to...

Done me a self hair-cut. And it's getting better each time.

Taking things up a notch.
Pardon my excitement.

20.4.20

Come here.

I'll be burned
As long as you want me to.
    Because you, beautiful one,
    cool my mind.

19.4.20

Education: Platonic Paideia

Platon has become aware of how the earliest education should be started from the education or cultivation of the sensibilities. Not of the education of the brain, through maths or other theoretical sciences, nor the physical education.

Because, if the most important part of a human being is its soul, then it would only right to start the education from it. The necessity to have clarity on the vision of the soul is inevitable, to become the very whole human being. Sensibilities would then be the compass.

Paideia means education, it commonly refers to civilization. Platonic view on education emphasizes the need to nurture the soul. The word soul that is associated with freedom, therefore, builds an education system that is based on the spirit of freedom.

The process of education, through Platon's view, needs to nurture freedom. Hence in the facts of one's privilege, one can still see the certain orientation of one's self.

One would be able to nurture one's self. One would be aware of one's privilege and to reflect on it. Without being able to reflect, one would be drawn in one's privilege. Lives in shallowness and at risk of being only an object, without consciousness.

Lastly, Paideia needs to be taken seriously, yet as close as Paidia (Paidia, means children's game), it needs to be given through playful acts. As Platon remarks on the insignificant of our action as a being,
"...to live out one's life as a puppet of the gods, is to devote one's life".
We are all, after all, inexorably, absolutely, exhaustedly, motivated by the iron chords of amusement and agony.



references:
Ward, Ann, Classical Rationalism and the Politics of Europe
Meyer, Susan sauvé, Legislation as a Tragedy
Wibowo, A. Setyo, Paideia

18.4.20

Paramount

I can just spend my days
thinking about you

I can just set my eyes
only for you

I can just listen to your words
and repeat the whole time

I would walk the only path
that leads to you

17.4.20

Translucent

You caught my sadness
I thought it was always there

You didn't do anything wrong
You just see me.

Albeit,
Since you came,
I wish to erase it
I wish to forget

I hope I didn't scare you.

16.4.20

When this is all over

I just wish to see you
and maybe if allowed to,
give you a very tight hug.

#kangenbanget

Let's not be zombies with our face in our screens again.

Best Both Worlds

Your eyes
are both tokens of pride
and magnanimity

Your gestures
they are timeless,
yet a factory of wonder

Your words
are sometimes cold
sometimes full of affection

Your thoughts
they're simple
but still worthy of keenness


15.4.20

Rose Quartz (I would Rather)

There's always this heaviness,
whenever our time is up.

I wish I could tell you more than thank you,
but will you listen?
And what's the use of words?

You're all full shine
Pure rose quartz that I long and seek after
And all these writings of you,
I would rather...

How can I not?



14.4.20

These Things I Wish I Could

There goes anxiousness.
And I know surely
somebody already taking care of you.
Somebody longs for you.

Yet, I still wish I could whisper to you,
  "You're feeling better?"
  "All right?"

Or maybe.
  "I miss you"
To end this gentle frenzy.

Can you hear?
Should I just plunge my head into the water?






13.4.20

Which is better?

To see you but not being able to do anything
Or to not see you and know nothing.

Things that need to be decided
Or things that need to be left alone

To be in this ceaseless thoughts
Or be as pure and simple as the gentle rain.

To worry
Or to not care










11.4.20

What Would I Give

You are...
  The smile and laughter
  The stream that purifies
  The heart changer

The pain and fever 
The steam that burns 
The mind clatterer

What would I give,
to see your delicate smile and
the movement of the light
when it touches your face.

To kiss your knees,
Pure gold that stands the ground
warm fragments of the sun.



Lucid

This yearning for you, flames
If I go to you at night
Along the path of dreams
Can you blame me?

Or hath you came to me, in a dream,
while I was sleeping? Set me on fire.
Had I known it was a dream,
I wouldn't have wakened.

We can set aside conformities
Make trip to the sun, and
taste the blaze
in our mouths



9.4.20

Moon

Will all these frenzies end?
These, that only you can settle.

Day are shorter with you in it
You own key to the relativity of time.

I kept all these a secret, not a word
You seem to close the door of language

I let the window open
Since you never use the door.

Make me drunk
Breath into me.


7.4.20

Of you.

The heaviness of your lips
Garnet made by hands of god

The gravity of your deepest gaze
First shed of light in the darkest sky

The magnetic pull of your gesture
Gems, crystalline, made to heal




5.4.20

Shaped heart.

Give me a strong heart.
A tireless kind heart.
A new shaped heart.
Teach me so I can understand
Of love that always gives
Like a stream that never ends.

Because you gave me nothing but kindness, and I was never left alone.


4.4.20

Loved.

Where can I run from you?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I ascend into heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in hells, you are there.
Let me take the wings of the morning, and if I settle on the furthest side of the sea, even there your hand will not fail to lead me, your right hand will hold me fast.
--Psalm 139:7-10 
In times like this, it can be hard to stay still. One tends to make a clouded judgment and worst part happens when action would be made based on it. The need to be in control. One often worry when clearly, being worry would not add a single hour to one's life. Some would speak out their anxious minds, along with their cognitive bias. And in the end, hurt others.

The need to remind my self that I am loved by far has been the biggest strength and base for me to do all I can in endeavouring to choose kindness above all.

3.4.20

Dream #5

There is this chaos in my head
Butterflies all over me
Molecules within me move unprecedented

Are you everywhere?
You do not seem to recognise time-space
You wreck my heart, yet keep its beating





1.4.20

Eyes

Your eyes are the most enthralling. It shaped like sadness and rapturous all at once.