A 22nd Gratitude

Air, water, fire and earth

The elements

 For the food eaten

For the clothes worn

And for this shelter called home

For a father, a mother, brothers and sisters

For a family extends

For these angels beside and friends around

And all over the world

For the lives touched

For those lives which inpires

For these gifts

For these opportunities

Though many were wasted, yet still

More is given

For every failure which breeds success

For every success which brings blessings

And for each and everyone of them

For this joy of movement

For this gift of freedom

For this passion found 

And those adventures bound

For these thoughts and ideas

For knowledge like precious gems

And for the wisdom of how to use them

For every smile and laughter

Tears and grief

For every sweat, blood and pain

For every photograph and scars

For the sunshine bathed grass

For the rained soaked fields

To have flown under the sun

To have climbed above the clouds

For the places seen

And for the scenes alight

For every memories' worth

For every beauty remembered

And with eyes closed,

 For every dream

 Then awake with open arms

 This is my gratitude

For this life

For Your Love

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Inspired By

Soak It All In

Lately I have become more and more comfortable with silence. What use to be an awkward feeling, is now replaced with moments of contemplative surrender. To the small sounds and little movements of whatever is around, coming in with her pleasing rhythm. Am I getting old too fast, or am I just lonely? Or maybe its just this place and the fact that soon it will no longer be here, in front of me.

2010: What We've (to) Learn

Who Cares?

Earthquake, tsunami, volcanic eruption

And still they go on with their corruption

Hot gas and thick ash, the death toll's rising

Those ares and evil deuce, never caring

Refugee center's filled with sorrows to bear.

The nation's grief, they do not care.

The victims are dying on the hospital bed

And in bliss they watched tennis instead

There are those who still care though,
Them underpaid volunteers, doctors and soldiers

Who works hard even with a pay so low

Feeding, curing, caring, lifting wounded shoulders

Searching the ash covered village, 

Looking for a body to tow

Obama came too , making the front page

With big speech and an even bigger smilo

Aside from those, there were others too who care

Children, students, punks, traceurs and queers

Though we might not be able to do anything there

We can do something here
Donate

And so with our heart we sing, flip, and beg for money

these money we save, these money to save.

Aside from us, there are others too who care

Perhaps its you.

Pray for Indonesia

On October 31, 2010 groups of youth from every urban subculture join hands under the banner "From Bandung With Love" to express their art and help donate for the tsunami and volcano victim,  

 $672 and hundreds of prayers was raised from the event.

*thanks to Faisal Akbar for the pictures

Prologue

A boat beneath a sunny sky,

Lingering onward dreamily

In an evening of July --

Children three that nestle near,

Eager eye and willing ear,

Pleased a simple tale to hear --

Long had paled that sunny sky:

Echoes fade and memories die.

Autumn frosts have slain July.

Still she haunts me, phantomwise,

Alice moving under skies

Never seen by waking eyes.

Children yet, the tale to hear,

Eager eye and willing ear,

Lovingly shall nestle near.

In a Wonderland they lie,

Dreaming as the days go by,

Dreaming as the summers die:

Ever drifting down the stream --

Lingering in the golden gleam --

Life, what is it but a dream?

THE END

-

Lewis Carroll