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The World of No Word

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In this world, there are many ways to express things,

I know a next door who only smile and waves his hand whenever people pass his front yard.

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Never says a word to the world.

His family run all the needs to talk,

While he remain smiling.

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You know, darling?

Nobody else wondering,

Whether this person can only speak in absolutely nothing.

Nobody asks.

Cause this neighbourhood has always known his meaning.

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I know a painter who lives in quite a small village,

A clean river passes through it.

He paints almost all the time,

Only stop to do his daily needs and to glide his palms onto the one that flowing.

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The painter lives alone.

Through his works he only speaking.

Once I was a kid I remembered people chattering,

That for him the colors dancing.

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Once in a while I drop by,

Entering an art gallery to which he usually sends his paintings.

By only looking, I think I understand his vulnerable feeling,

Sometimes sad, sometimes exciting.

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A conversation, 4.52 am

June 16th, 2017

Anggun Nadia Fatimah

Girl with A Flare Skirt

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A girl with a flare skirt glances,

Looking through the glassmade window,

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Wind blows, passing the windowsill in silence.

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The girl with a flare skirt keep staring,

Far and far away, none else know where her mind goes wandering,

Or hiding.

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The girl with the flare skirt skips hear afternoon meals,

She comes out, open the door, walking right to the tree over the windowsill from which at first she was staring.

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The girl with the flare skirt does only one thing,

She picks up a little light brown leaf that has just been falling,

No body understands the exact meaning.

Or moaning.

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The girl with the flare skirt takes a break and breathing,

Help herself to a nice sitting position,

To the more and more leaves that falling,

She keeps observing.

Or might be blindly looking.

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It is the heart that goes wander and knows no way to come back home.

It is the mind that actually doing things, but now certainly freezing.

The girl with the flare skirt is standing.

That’s what people could tell by looking.

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But inside,

The girl with the flare skirt is actually drowning.

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Wednesday, 31st of May, 2017

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Anggun Nadia Fatimah

To Finally Define

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“The beauty you see in me, is a reflection of you.” (Rumi)

 

I haven’t testified this yet, it’s still a street “theory”, another way to help me understand the world.

It’s derived from people’s everyday experiences. On love and brokenhearted matters.

 

After yearly confusing thoughts, after taking things a bit harder earlier,  after taking a deep breath in learning, I presume…

 

Perhaps,

The inquiry of finding ourselves sometimes be helped by finding what we love, so does to whom we fall in love. Whatever we see in the things, or in the person we love, are actually a mirror that  reflects whoever we are.

 

A beautiful heart loves beauty.

An artistic heart loves arts and creativity.

An honest one loves honesty.

And so on, and let it be.

 

We love  because we (unconciously) find ourselves by “reflecting” through that person, through the character, the wisdom, the artistic part, habits, agreeable thoughts, and  else.

A wanderer loves to find a travel partner. A divine person, seeks for the love that helps him/her to be closer to God. We actually loves the  similar pieces like ours, realize it or not. We mean it or not. We love ourselves.

 

I remember a quote from a former Islamic scholar, “Actually, when we fall in love, we only fall in love to ourselves.” We love the reflection of our own heart inside the person or the thing we fall in love to.

 

That is why,

The true purpose of falling in love maybe  not (or not only, depends on the situation) is not to be with the person we love.

 

Maybe,

The true purpose of falling in love is to help us to define the self. To finally understand the “who am I” question. To restart, the inquiry of “what is my purpose in life“. To find inch by inch, “what actually we seek in life, or what kind of values firms our heart the most.” And, on.

 

Love could be a noun. Could be an act of bravery. Could be the beauty we seek and  find, and then possibly we lost.

Love could  be a precious jewel, a possession we admire. Yet in the same time, it could also be a journey to (re)define the self. Cause by falling in love, sometimes we are able to see a part of us that was covered, unseen, unrealized, or ignored before. The part that we’re not completely recognized yet.

 

We learn to find then refine the soul within us.

 

I don’t know, still haven’t finished the long thought yet (despite I’ve spent years to build the understanding). Might need couple of  years more to do the reflective thinking, or maybe a whole life’s lesson sessions. But, I think  I’ll save this thought for now. Just like Rumi said,  “the beauty you see in me, is a reflection of you.

 

 

Just another chaotic thoughts,

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Sunday, May 28, 2017

Anadia Fatimah