A Frog’s Visit

Here he is:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_-ka1ieQEsU

So, try to capture a visiting frog in your living room.

How did he manage it, while my doors were shut, except by climbing? I never saw a frog climb but he surely was able to climb, otherwise, how could he visit my roof garden then.

And I remember a frog wandering in our guest room in the night, climbing into a flower-pot for a lodging during the day, hidden, resting so peacefully beneath the leaves, but I hadn’t a camera yet.

Moreover, I could imagine, picture an ugly him sitting on a lotus leaf on the watch, guarding, heightening the beauty of the lotus flower beside him, on a still, moon-lit night.

July 2013

 

It Takes A Lot Of Courage

It Takes A Lot Of Courage

It takes a lot of courage to speak, publish my thoughts when it is against general, public, opinion, beliefs, decency, ... except I’am a feigner, licker .

 

July 2013

A Woman Of The Future

A Woman Of The Future

In the far or were it in the near future, when man and woman live, stay together without being married, love was so free then, who would resort to adultery, rape, ...?

“Yet, I would be blessed, honored were there a man who still cared to rape me.” So mused a woman of the future.

And I remember the lovely “jamu” vendor climbing into an empty cow-cart without asking permission of the driver, riding slowly together along a lonely road to their village. What a treasure he has got.

July 2013

Except My Lover Is With Me

Except My Lover Is With Me

“What do I care of visits when I’m sick? Except my lover is with me. Can’t you feel, understand? I.e. as long as you don’t become an awful, dutiful wife, you stupid little fool. Ha. Ha.” So said Opa Johan.

July 2013

 

 

 

Don’t You Be Tempted

Don’t You Be Tempted

I’m grateful I can publish in Wordpress, Blogger, You Tube – broadcast yourself,  said You Tube -, for free, N.B. immediately published as I uploaded it. I don’t have to wait, to worry about the outcome, were I to publish them to a famous magazine, journal, ...

When by chance they offered me a place it were just in an almost unnoticed corner. Like having a tiny corner in a famous, huge building, for which I should be grateful, Ha. Ha. While I have my dear home page, sure, a very humble home page, but for me alone, with all  my riches, my thoughts, feelings,  pictures, videos, for free and for anyone to see, to hear.

“Besides, your writings, thoughts wouldn’t become the greater were it published in honorable magazines, read  by the whole world, kings, presidents and even God. Don’t you be tempted, fooled.” So advised my ‘Pacar’ (lover) me.

July 2013

 

 

It’s The Beautiful Music That Matters

It’s The Beautiful Music That Matters

They asked me or was it an interrogation?

“Why  do you sing in a foreign language?”

“Were we singing in the Indonesian language you also almost can’t catch the words, while I am unable to translate into good Indonesian, suitable for singing.”

“Why do you sing love songs?”

“They are so beautiful. In the bible there are love songs of Solomon, but never preached.”

“Why do you sometimes sing without words?”

“That’s vocalised singing. Isn’t it the same as hearing the organ, piano, an orchestra playing?

“Why do you sing  a song of an opera, folk song, ...?

“I can show you many beautiful songs, aria’s that are now religious, or sacred songs.”

Our church is more tolerant now. While I was once fired, I’m lucky, I’m not fired for having such – some said “shameful”, “irreverend” - thoughts. Ha. Ha. It’s the beautiful music that matters. That’s why. I don’t care about the words, the language. And I thought of the beautiful flowers on the pulpit also singing without sounds.

Music speaks a universal language, more than words ever could express, you know?

That’s my philosophy said my Choir Conductor of a little church in Jakarta.

July 2013

 

Forcing A Good Custom Is Good

Forcing  A Good Custom Is Good

I always thought that freedom was best. Yet, I believe, forcing a good custom, a good rule,  is good.

Forcing your family eating together, yet I’d rather like that it was done freely, willingly without being forced. And I thought of the happiness of a mother chicken and her baby chicks following her, eating together, sleeping together under her wings.

Rules forcing us driving left, or right, to come or leave on time, regularly, ... What were it free, do, act as you like? Then it occurred to me that it would be chaos.

 

July 2013