Remember the days when people would stop and listen?
Listen to nature's song and watch the sun glisten.
Nowadays people don't care,
They act as if it's not ever there.
But I like to sit in the silence and listen to the peace,
People laughing and smiling in the streets.
Thinking about the silent times,
When there weren't things like crimes.
Watching the birds hum their song,
Hoping someone might sing along.
Try to just sit here and hear the noises all around,
Someone might come and you'll be found.

Sitting silently,
Legs crossed,
Breathe in,
Breathe out,
Pushing away all negativity,
Letting in the pure energy,
Healing all the wounds,
Hoping for the peace to come,
And people call it meditation.

But meditation is much more than that.
It is about our thoughts wandering far and beyond,
only to find that everywhere is actually nowhere,
but you know it is there.
It is about the heart swimming on the sea of wisdom,
only to find that even darkness speaks of light.
It is about us walking in the empty sky,
only to find that in emptiness we are perfectly full.
It is about the soul dancing in the universe,
only to find that the universe is actually a nothingness,
but in nothingness, it completely exists.
And once you completed the journey,
it will ease all wounds and pain,
cover you with a blanket of peacefulness,
and shower you with happiness and tranquility.

And meditation doesn't attach to any religions.
It is just the way and path of us revealing and accepting the truth of ourselves,
and growing true love, unconditionally.

December 31st, 2019

KANYA PUSPOKUSUMO
http://doeniadevi.wordpress.com/

There will come a time when the night air
won’t send chills down my spine
for it will no longer whisper your name.

I will stop telling stories about you,
for the moon has grown tired of hearing them
and weariness is an awful thing to feel.

The stars would appear
brighter than your eyes,
and I would hear lullabies again.

The winds would be warm,
the seas won’t crash waves,
and I will no longer drown.

i was happy, in a very sad way
but i was happy
happiness is still happiness
who is to tell me what was right and what was wrong

it was everything i had in that moment
it was all that i had
the only thing i had
and i used it to my advantage

it made me miserable
and i was indeed filled with shame then
for what i was to do
to the people around me

but please,
remember it was the only thing i had
my safe haven that i reached to
my own revelation

who was to say what i should or should not have done
when in the end it brought me peace and quietness

it was a silence so serene
it was something that i sought for all my life

— Y.H.

stigma,
gentle fervor.

The war happened to me
the hostile people
my neighbours and family
I have to
      
take my loss
anyway

The dark is teaching me
to accept
that I am invulnerable
there is no need to flee

my soul is my asylum
if I ****, I **** lovingly
      
with a silvery shine
around my duty
which is not a mirror
of their motives

There will come a time when the night air
won’t send chills down my spine
for it will no longer whisper your name.

I will stop telling stories about you,
for the moon has grew tired of hearing them
and weariness is an awful thing to feel.

The stars would appear
brighter than your eyes,
and I would hear lullabies again.

The winds would be warm,
the seas won’t crash waves,
and I will no longer drown.