4 December 2009

May , mari berjalan jelajahi belantara kehidupan , bawakan aku pesona Bandung dengan geriap kotanya Kehidupanku telah terjaga dari lenanya dan kini mengembara menyusuri pegunungan dan lembah-lembah,

Aku ingin memahami mengapa Jakarta menjadi pilihanmu . Sementara dari berandaku
yang tampak hanya kepulan asap Metropolitan dan gaung musik kehidupan yang angkuh..
tanpa cinta .. tanpa jiwa

Ajari aku menapak jejak-jejak wanita pemetik daun teh nun di puncak sana yang bekerja dengan suka cita

Kemarilah, sayang: mari meneguk sisa air mata musim ini , di tepian ladang

Dan biarkan raga ini lelap dalam teduh pohon pohon pinus

Dan aku segera terjaga .. didepan komputerku .. kembali menatap smiley ku yang bergetar menahan malu

Oh Tuhan apa yang hamba Mu lakukan ini ? .. apakah ini belahan jiwa ku ?
atau hanya mimpi sepintas lalu ?

YM On Saturday

aku duduk dalam ruang kerjaku ini dan berlama-lama menatap wajah YM mu yang memudar, tanpa sepatah kata..tanpa smileys

May mungkin tahu, bahwa aku menemukan pelipur lara, persahabatan, dan kesenangan dalam YM kita yang sering terputus itu? ..…Buzzzz

Sand And Foam 3

A woman may veil her face with a smile.

How noble is the sad heart who would sing a joyous song with joyous hearts.

He who would understand a woman, or dissect genius, or solve the mystery of silence is the very man who would wake from a beautiful dream to sit at a breakfast table.

I would walk with all those who walk. I would not stand still to watch the procession passing by

You owe more than gold to him who serves you. Give him of your heart or serve him.

DOA

Coba bayangkan…

Suatu hari, seorang kenalan Anda memanggil Anda dari kejauhan. Anda
jarang berkomunikasi dengannya, sehingga Anda cukup yakin bahwa dia
tidak banyak mengenal siapa diri Anda sebenarnya, namun dengan suatu
cara, Anda cukup banyak tahu mengenai dia.

Dari kejauhan, ia memanggil nama Anda. Cukup mengherankan, karena selama
ini Anda berpikir ia sudah tidak ingat lagi pada Anda, karena memang
jarang berkomunikasi. Selama ini jika bertemu, ia selalu nampak acuh tak
acuh, bahkan seringkali tidak menyadari kehadiran Anda. Tapi kali ini
dia memanggil nama Anda dengan nyaring sekali dari kejauhan.

Terbit rasa senang dan sedikit tersanjung dalam hati Anda. Ternyata
selama ini dia juga memperhatikan Anda. Semua manusia normal pasti
merasa senang jika mendapat tambahan teman. Kabar baik untuk hari ini.
Maka Anda pun segera menghampirinya. Saking senangnya, Anda setengah
berlari mendekati tempatnya berdiri.

Death

Than Almitra spoke, saying, “We would ask now of Death.”
And he said:
You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;

The Farewell

And now it was evening.

And Almitra the seeress said, “Blessed be this day and this place and your spirit that has spoken.”

And he answered, Was it I who spoke? Was I not also a listener?

Then he descended the steps of the Temple and all the people followed him. And he reached his ship and stood upon the deck.

And facing the people again, he raised his voice and said:

People of Orphalese, the wind bids me leave you.

Less hasty am I than the wind, yet I must go.

We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us.

Even while the earth sleeps we travel.

Religion

And an old priest said, “Speak to us of Religion.”

And he said:

Have I spoken this day of aught else?

Is not religion all deeds and all reflection,

And that which is neither deed nor reflection, but a wonder and a surprise ever springing in the soul, even while the hands hew the stone or tend the loom?

Who can separate his faith from his actions, or his belief from his occupations?

Beauty

And a poet said, “Speak to us of Beauty.”

Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?

And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?

The aggrieved and the injured say, “Beauty is kind and gentle.

Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us.”

Pleasure

Then a hermit, who visited the city once a year, came forth and said, “Speak to us of Pleasure.”

And he answered, saying:

Pleasure is a freedom song,

But it is not freedom.

It is the blossoming of your desires,

But it is not their fruit.

It is a depth calling unto a height,

But it is not the deep nor the high.

It is the caged taking wing,

Prayer

Then a priestess said, “Speak to us of Prayer.”

And he answered, saying:

You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might pray also in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance.

For what is prayer but the expansion of yourself into the living ether?

And if it is for your comfort to pour your darkness into space, it is also for your delight to pour forth the dawning of your heart.