On Awakening
There, on the Ancol bridge I saw the glorious rising sun through a gateway of trees stately sailing on a mirrored waterway.
There was the Kembang Soka in full bloom. What an expression of joy and gratitude. There was a branch broken, yet, it was still blowing. No one noticed it, only a butterfly and me. And there were such a lot of flowers and a lot were dropping, falling. Only some flowers were visited, yet she didn’t stop flowering and asks nothing in return. She only could give, grant her riches.
I hear a happy, carefree, girlish laughter, my little girl frightens me in jest, in play and leans affectionately against me. I hear the cheerful “good morning” greeting of Tien, I feel the cool wind, I hear the birds warble, I see the flowers open, I see, I hear, I feel, I smell; unconscious, never cared before.
I have a faint longing after a home when the sun is setting, for a light in the distance. How peaceful is the night with the moon and stars watching over me.
A better world opens. I feel my inner dawn is breaking.
1970
There, on the Ancol bridge I saw the glorious rising sun through a gateway of trees stately sailing on a mirrored waterway.
There was the Kembang Soka in full bloom. What an expression of joy and gratitude. There was a branch broken, yet, it was still blowing. No one noticed it, only a butterfly and me. And there were such a lot of flowers and a lot were dropping, falling. Only some flowers were visited, yet she didn’t stop flowering and asks nothing in return. She only could give, grant her riches.
I hear a happy, carefree, girlish laughter, my little girl frightens me in jest, in play and leans affectionately against me. I hear the cheerful “good morning” greeting of Tien, I feel the cool wind, I hear the birds warble, I see the flowers open, I see, I hear, I feel, I smell; unconscious, never cared before.
I have a faint longing after a home when the sun is setting, for a light in the distance. How peaceful is the night with the moon and stars watching over me.
A better world opens. I feel my inner dawn is breaking.
1970
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