Why I Keep Silent

Why I Keep Silent

I certainly am very grateful reading, seeing, hearing someone’s great post, picture, song, thought, though I keep silent. I would thank him, I could kiss her in gratitude, were I invisible as angels and fairies are.

Otherwise would I allude to his/her beautiful post without revealing their identity.

I am averse to praising into someone’s face, which is like “cari muka” as Indonesians say, a "licker", or to solicit a praise to myself. Yet, would I praise someone with a very poor performance to encourage him or her to do better.

What’s the honor praising, quoting a great, famous name? It takes courage to openly not agree, or not like him, her. What, were it God?

December 2014

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Beauty That’s Not In A Concert Hall

Beauty That’s Not In A Concert Hall

Here she is. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LUdnGnpUxKQ

 

The singing teacher rejected her to join her class and now she’s 81, singing, her lines so lovely without singing lessons, loudspeakers, just recorded with my I Pad. Unless, … you certainly must be deaf. Ha. Ha.

            December 2014

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What Is This?

What Is This?

Just guess.

I can find, see, hear beauty almost anywhere, even in the simplest things, music, sounds, even without leaving my home.

This is a beautiful view of trees wrapped, covered in gold sunlight as I see it from my terrace far away. I captured this just with my  old I Pad. This picture is so far from what I really saw, yet certainly not less wonderful, so challenging to the imagination.

December 2014

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