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At the unknown station, An old soul is waiting for the train to get back home, After 800 years trapped on earth, With all memories of The 800 years journey, That cannot be erased, Cannot be forgotten... . At the unknown station, an old soul is waiting for the train to get back home, After 800 years trapped on earth. The home where the far is near And the near is far... Where too far is sometimes really near And too near is sometimes really far... . But, "How far is near?" And "How near is far?", anyway? "Is far really near?" Or "Is near really far?"... While I'm waiting for the train to get back home at the unknown station, I then cannot stop questioning the questions! -KANYA PUSPOKUSUMO- (An alien that trying to get back home) May 21, 2018
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May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 7:33 PM UTC
HOW FAR IS NEAR?
In the day of Satan, A satan took me for a long walk in the daylight. He was telling me many things with beautiful words, Advised me so wisely, Telling me for not too kind to people. He said, "Why should you love and care about people that never appreciate your kindness? Don't you see that they only take a benefit from you? They don't mind to hurt you whenever they have chance.   You are wasting your time! You are wasting your life!"   In the day of Satan A satan took me for a long walk in the daylight. Crowning my head with all the brilliant ideas about what I should do and I should be as a human, Filling my heart with all world's temptations, Shining my way with his adorable light, And showing the much happiness and glory I could get if I let myself following his path. In the day of Satan A satan took me for a long walk in the daylight. He made me fell in love with all of his beautiful words that I was so ready to take a step to follow all the words and the path he said and offered. But then my inner soul came and whispered, "Are you sure that you're ready for following his path? What is your motive of doing goodness, anyway? To get people's attention or appreciation? Or just for goodness itself? Is your kindness just like the woman's make up that will vanish as soon as you wash your face? Are you sure that you're ready for making him a King in your life?" In the day of Satan A satan took me for a long walk in the daylight to his kingdom to marry me and crown me as his queen. But then I realized that I'm doing kindness actually for the kindness itself I'm doing goodness surely for the goodness itself I'm doing merit definitely for the merit itself Not for people I've helped Not for people I love Not for heaven's sake Not even for the universe If people can't appreciate me, that's their problem, not mine. If people can't accept my unconditional love for them with the proper way, that's their problem, not mine. If people turn to be backstabbers instead of showing their gratitude for what I've done for them, that's their problem, not mine.   In my life, there's always a day of satan. It is the day when satan take me for a long walk and telling me all of the world's temptations with the words that much sweeter than sugar. But this time I've decided to not listen to his words. This time I've decided to not help him in building his throne or making him my King. And this time I've decided to stop my steps with him and go back to what I should be: A person with the genuine love and kindness. Today, in the day of satan I let a satan down and let him reveal his true face: A furious red and ugly guy with horns on his head and a burning trident in his hand, as I've refused to be his queen and ruined his plan to build the throne... May 5, 2018 Kanya Puspokusumo
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 2:35 PM UTC
THE DAY OF SATAN
In the day of Satan, A satan took me for a long walk in the daylight. He was telling me many things with beautiful words, Advised me so wisely, Telling me for not too kind to people. He said, "Why should you love and care about people that never appreciate your kindness? Don't you see that they only take a benefit from you? They don't mind to hurt you whenever they have chance.   You are wasting your time! You are wasting your life!"   In the day of Satan A satan took me for a long walk in the daylight. Crowning my head with all the brilliant ideas about what I should do and I should be as a human, Filling my heart with all world's temptations, Shining my way with his adorable light, And showing the much happiness and glory I could get if I let myself following his path. In the day of Satan A satan took me for a long walk in the daylight. He made me fell in love with all of his beautiful words that I was so ready to take a step to follow all the words and the path he said and offered. But then my inner soul came and whispered, "Are you sure that you're ready for following his path? What is your motive of doing goodness, anyway? To get people's attention or appreciation? Or just for goodness itself? Is your kindness just like the woman's make up that will vanish as soon as you wash your face? Are you sure that you're ready for making him a King in your life?" In the day of Satan A satan took me for a long walk in the daylight to his kingdom to marry me and crown me as his queen. But then I realized that I'm doing kindness actually for the kindness itself I'm doing goodness surely for the goodness itself I'm doing merit definitely for the merit itself Not for people I've helped Not for people I love Not for heaven's sake Not even for the universe If people can't appreciate me, that's their problem, not mine. If people can't accept my unconditional love for them with the proper way, that's their problem, not mine. If people turn to be backstabbers instead of showing their gratitude for what I've done for them, that's their problem, not mine.   In my life, there's always a day of satan. It is the day when satan take me for a long walk and telling me all of the world's temptations with the words that much sweeter than sugar. But this time I've decided to not listen to his words. This time I've decided to not help him in building his throne or making him my King. And this time I've decided to stop my steps with him and go back to what I should be: A person with the genuine love and kindness. Today, in the day of satan I let a satan down and let him reveal his true face: A furious red and ugly guy with horns on his head and a burning trident in his hand, as I've refused to be his queen and ruined his plan to build the throne... May 5, 2018 Kanya Puspokusumo
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The first snow is falling in Borimsa, a quiet temple at the foot of Gaji Mountain, as we stand near the two stone pagodas that silently standing side by side. "Oh, the first snow! And I'm here with you...," you said.   I smile. Because I remember all you've said about the Korean saying... The first snow is falling in Borimsa, as the true love starts blooming in two hearts.   Inside the temple, the Buddha's statue is waiting for two hearts to pray in quiet words, and send the love song through the gentle wind to the eternity. -Kanya Puspokusumo- http://doeniadevi.wordpress.com 1. Borimsa, one of the oldest Korean temples on Gaji mountain in Jangheung-gun, Jeollanam-do, South Korea (about 300 km from Seoul). The temple holds great significance as the first Zen buddhist temple during unified silla, built in the 9th century. 2. In Korea, there is a saying that if you are out in the first falling snow of the year with someone you like, then true love will blossom between you.
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Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 1:45 AM UTC
THE FIRST SNOW
(13 years ago, after coma...) People said that I'm back to life. But I know that I'm not really back to life... A half of my soul is still somewhere between the door of life and death until now. It exists beyond time and place, to create the connection between two worlds, to bring the message from the past, present, and future, to be the mirror that reflect all the energy, to feel the hidden colour in every substance, and to reveal some secrets of the universe. Some people call me crazy or a liar because of that Some other people start to annoy me by treating me like a psychic and ask many things about their future. But, I'm not a psychic that can give people the tarot card reading or prophecy or telling about their destiny whenever they want, by order. I can't control when and what messages I will get by touching things I can't control when and what colour I will see in you. No, I'm not a psychic. I'm just a "dimension traveler" I'm the half soul that travels free with the universe, while my other half soul is waiting on the earth, to receive the all travel reports and to share the news and wisdom from the sky. -Kanya Puspokusumo-
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Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 5:24 PM UTC
THE STORY OF A SOUL
I'm here, surrounded by many people, making new friends, opening my heart to welcome a new love. A vivid life seems to be! But deep inside, I'm just a leaf, that fell to the ground, and desperately hoping the wind to fly me to the star... Then the paradoxical thoughts start playing in my mind. The leaf is here, but it is not... . Loving the star, but it cannot be loved... Smile is always covering the emptiness... Because the star is a way too far to reach. What a lonely leaf! -Kanya Puspokusumo-
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Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 4:55 PM UTC
THE LEAF
"I'm an abstract painting. Some people will easily judge me as nothing but an ugly painting. Some people will like the colors or the composition of me. Some people will praise the painter for creating a piece of art. But only a true artist will understand that in every stroke, I'm telling you only the truth about a journey of the soul" . -Kanya Puspokusumo-
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Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
ABSTRACT PAINTING
There was a time when I blocked my face with two palms, only to avoid seeing the world. But the two palms can only block the world in my eyes, not the world in my heart. The world in my heart is always too big to be blocked by the palms. Especially when there is you in it. You... smiling and offering the love that reminds me to the most delicious Korean persimmons in Autumn season. (Now I start to feel that without you, Seoul is nothing but an empty city, and the world is nothing but an empty place). -Kanya Puspokusumo- http://doeniadevi.wordpress.com
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Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 4:15 PM UTC
THE WORLD IN MY HEART
Autumn. The leaves are turning brown and gold Then fall. Autumn. It's about leaves and trees Leaves leave trees Trees are left. Naked. But autumn is more than the story about 'leaving' and 'being left'. Autumn is the story about the trees that is never worry of being left by the leaves. Autumn is the story about the trees that is never afraid of letting go all things, and being happy afterwards. Because the trees know there will always be the new and better leaves grow on them in spring. And being left is actually a way to a better coming... -Kanya Puspokusumo- http://doeniadevi.wordpress.com .
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Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 4:12 PM UTC
AUTUMN