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The Journey
Start your journey by crawling on you knees at the bottom of the valley, then learn to stand up and step forward slowly. Feel and sense the grass beneath your feet and know them. Then run and see the flowers along the way. When you reach the pond, touch its waters, drink till you thirst no more. Hop on a lotus and let it take you to other side. Count its petals and count the swimming fishes beneath you. Know their colors and name each one of them. When you reach the other side, climb mountains. However hard, climb the rocks. Know their forms, and talk to them. When you finally reach the top, meditate for wisdom. The distance between you and the earth is ever wider. Speak to the flying birds and the clouds. Laugh with the Edelweiss and ask them how to go back down safely. Start your journey down to seek the sea. As you get there, speak to the sands on the beach. Get a boat and set your sail. Welcome the sea waves and its froth. Talk and hear what they say. Ask the Seagulls about the ways of the sea. If the Sunset is in the horizon, seek to meet it.
Say hello to all the untouchable and lonely islands and pray with them.
Should your boat hit the rocks and sink, touch the bottom of the sea
or choose to be like me
be a Seagull and fly high !
Joyce - Jakarta, February 6, '93
Faith & Patience
Never really understood Patience
or even the meaning of Faith
until I was lost and needed Hope
Took a look above me
Someone was waiting for my lips to move
sailing prayers to the Heavens
And lips that never said a prayer creaked open
though I did not know what to say
or know what to find
Then I was introduced to Miracle
calming me in my deep anxiety
and made me find Hope
and finally understood Faith
Joyce - Jakarta, October 18, '93
Will
my will is stone
my power is strong
destroy me if you can
you mistake my gentleness for weakness
my silence for acceptance
my cooperation for stupidity
my love for humanity for power
then you turn your coats
the colour of love to betrayal
and try to destroy me
I am I, fully as how
I present myself, naked to you
I have nothing hidden
but my will is stone
my power is strong
you cannot destroy me
I have no wish to strike back
for the strike you lash at me
will return to yourself multiplied in power
by your own anger
you cannot destroy me
I have survived for my will of stone
and the strength within!
Joyce for UH - Jakarta, April 12, '93
Silence, My Heart
silence, my tiding heart
calm yourself to the songs of the wind
live to expect the unexpected
keep that light of hope burning brightly
let the warmth of the sunrays permeate your waves
unmoved by the raging wind
unshadowed by the biggest cloud
silence, my raging heart
calm yourself and sow that peace
live within the sunlight and rays of Hope
learn to cast away your sorrow and despair
tomorrow shall be yours
as they say
yesterdays were only Trials
but the best of life lies
in its residues
Joyce - Jakarta, January 14, '93
Ignorance
She thought the night would soon be over,
and the dawn would take away the darkness
that a glint of joy was traceable on her face
in the dim light of a lone candle
she did not realise it was still in the wee hours
and the owls have just started to hunt
their eyes seeing in the dark
but I did not say to her about what I know
I could better bear with her ignorance
Joyce - Jakarta, April 14, '93
Angry and Hatred
only the angry of heart
can know Truth
those who know Hatred
are soul sick
where black meets white
all who shatter dreams
lay down
David - Jakarta, January, '98
Simplicity
Life was never meant to be complicated
but it seems man is not satisfied
with the beauty of Life's Simplicity
striving to be like the rest
they lose their personal identities
Honestly,
I choose simplicity
for in it, I find tranquillity
also Serenity
and the Honesty
of being myself
Joyce - Jakarta, January 19, '93
Old Friends
I spoke with you yesterday, didnt I ?
how is it not our words covered us
like an umbrella against the storm
and a well known smile lingered
justly
congratulations were in order I think,
but my mind was elsewhere
too much wine I suppose
something got painted
but a lingering smudge spat against the background
nothing was ruined
for all continues to bloom must be the
heat of won
can you recall a time of great splendor !
Who said that can you recall that also
I can but again too much wine
and I dare not reminisce
David for Howie - Jakarta, February, '98
Distraction
Looking out my window
gazing across to New Jersey
over Hudson river and Grant's Tomb
in meditative thoughts
suddenly disturbed by speedboats
and my telephone ringing
ever notice how things around you
can distract your quest
in trying to understand the essence of
Life?
Joyce, NY, may 27, '93
Better Off
Left home for good a long time ago
Left way before I ever left ...
reasons and excuses were limitless
Leaked away with the winds of
meaningless values
Strawberry vines grow anywhere
tangles and stickers fray ones hand
yet tasty delights beckon within
the patch
I look across the street, the tiger rests
eyes barely open, yet misses not a leaf
fallen
We are cordial with one another
nodding without accordance
neither trods eggshells left behind
by morning roosters ... that is the
irony....
David for Babs - February '98
Leave Me Be
Hushed leaves swaying in the drizzle
misty has been the day
flying seagulls searing the white skies
in search of a place to rest
away from the night storm
I was amongst them
I want to rest
in the serenity of my thoughts
within the enchanting solitude
of my mind
leave me be
leave me be
Joyce, NY, May 27, '93
Frog Boats
children of Jakarta streets running wild
through the season of summer
wide eyed brothers too old to forget
too young to remember the days of
endless sun - the nights of heat
and the cramped room with one bed
how quickly memory shadows the small stream,
the leaves fallen from giant trees, leaves which
a childs imagination makes into boats,
boats to hold night green frogs, small frogs,
still to touch, still to small boys
who load the green frogs onto the leaves,
leaves and frogs to sail away,
away down the small river, the river
which must run to the end of the
earth and beyond
the two Brother boys cast the leaf boat
with the frogs aboard into the wind,
the river rushes to fetch the boat
and the sailor frogs to the far ends
of the eternal universe,
the boys watch, wave and shout....
goodbye boat, goodbye frogs, goodbye,
goodbye....
the minutes have long past,
the boat and the frogs long gone,
the boys, way too old to play in the sun
with the magic of frog boats, yet the days
of sun and boats and frogs
on a starry summers morning
bend the mind
and ask once more
please just one more time,
cast us into the wind
the man / boys pause for a second
in frozen time,
a memory stirred,
and the hunt begins for the leaf
which looks like a boat and a green sailor frog
to hail destiny....
David for Bruce & Charlie - Jakarta, April 6, '98
Never Listening
without a teardrop falling
complaining
sighing
whining
yet,
never listening
what a familiar thing
I've been hearing
did they tell you in the past that
big boys shouldn't cry?
Joyce, New York, May 31, '95
"And"
happiness and sadness
words within the soul
uttered often in one breath
is it not true that one that can bring
so much happiness
also carries within it, sadness
take the rose
with its thorns
take the notes together
to sing a melody
within my dark quiet nights
there is loneliness and serenity
I have learnt to live with
"and"
savoring its flavor
Joyce, New Delhi, February '93
Survive
the world
may seem senseless to you
void of meaning
however,
our commitment to Life
is to Survive!
Joyce, Jakarta, January 31, '93
Living Light
the night is with the wind
rain knocking hard on the rooftop
then suddenly
silence befalls us all
a candle blown by the wind
flickers
its light not flaring proud
yet denying death
life is
a cycle wheeling around
from celebration to nothingness
our will to live flickers, as it flares and dims down
there is a time for everything
nothing is ever constant except life itself
Joyce, Jakarta, January '92
Sailing
we set sails open into the vast ocean
the gentle flying breeze pushes us forward
to what shores we shall go
we know not
with faith in our hearts
we know our lives are
under the guidance of
Divine Hands
protecting us in stormy weather
guiding us through the dark
pushing our sail softly forward
to faraway shores unknown to us
it will be for the best
trust me
stay within your boat
and let yourself sail with the breeze
of God's breath
Joyce, Jakarta, February 16, '93
Love in the Asking
he might love you, he might not
maybe he loved you, maybe he did not
what difference would it make?
trying to establish meaning
for something that constantly changes
from time to time
meanings often do not mean anything
anymore
anyway
remember
nothing is wrong
nothing is right
and nothing is
mutually exclusive
Joyce for a love struck teen, Jakarta, February '93
For a Friend
you say you still have a life
and I was joyful for you
I cried some tears and want to hug you
but will I break you if I do?
Joyce for a PWA friend, NY, May 9, '93
Shining Love of Friends
within the silence of the night
the lights came out to shine
deep within the deepest core of my heart
shining in the tired spirit and soul
within the shining lights within
there were the love
of my friends
Joyce, Jakarta, September 5, '93
In Time of Need
in times like this
wouldn't it be nice to have
a friend at your side?
when the dust spirals up
blinding your eye
you speak only within your thoughts
reach out to touch
and embrace a friend
share some of your time
your happiness and sorrow
with a friend
Joyce, Jakarta, September 21, '93
Medal
of course I will not receive
a gold medal from you for self-sacrificing
or maintaining self discipline
the medal will come from within me
unseen by you
you will come and go
no thoughts long lingering
why should I subject myself to what you think?
Joyce, Jakarta, March 18, '93
Responsibility
your hands were made to do
and life is a responsibility
do what you can with your hands
and be fruitful
Joyce, Jakarta, March 1, '93
This Too
this too is a blessing
too tiring for you who watches over him
imagining his lost hours of sleep
but you know what?
those who are busy
have no time to harbor hatred
have no time to daydream
have no time to hesitate
have no time to fantasize
too tired to be a nuisance
too tired to be cursing
also too tired to be crying
the second his head hits the pillow
he's in deep slumber
Joyce for a friend, Jakarta, March 4, '93
So ?
your adventures of passion echoes
from many forgotten doors within your soul
yet carrying a deadening silence
something was missing
within the storm
as usual, I could only be silent
watching your passion
as it flares and dims down
over these years of knowing you
oh, my old friend
same old patterns, same old problems
"wake up!"
what more can I say?
Joyce for I, Jakarta, March 03, '93
So ?
eagle, tiger and owl
where are you?
have you forgotten that the jungle
misses your calls?
eagle, fly proud in the air
reach the highest peak
tiger, roar your deafening roar
explore the forgotten pathways of the jungle
owl, call the night to come
and take away these rats!
Joyce, Jakarta, March 05, '93
Advice
my child, she says to me
death is not something you can run away from
it travels with you at all times
all they need is but a reason
to announce their arrival
keep your tender heart white
and keep it lovely
a lovely heart will make death
cries for the world
when it has to take you away
from all whose lives you have touched
Joyce of Mommy, New Delhi, March 20, '93
Angels
so light were the wings of the angels
as they lightly touched my forehead
the songs I heard, the soft choir
so near and so dear
angels, what have you to tell me?
"Life can be Beautiful!"
your touch tells me
your song reminds me
life can be easy,
can be soft,
can be mellow
I hear you
teaching me to trust
to have faith and to have love
I understand
no longer can I be frightened
life can be soft
can be hard
can be loving
can be
can be
Joyce, for the Angels who visited me in a Dream,
Jakarta, August 10. '85
Women
oh well for those who love
women, cast away your tears to the wind
for only the wind may heed your calling
blessed are you with hearts that are gentle
blessed are you with hearts that can love
for with such hearts
you can hold the universe together
and carries it into the future
women
bear your head high with pride
cry not gentle hearts
love does not go to waste
love with all your might
seek not for God to take away your
will to love in your fear of being hurt
pray and pray to God
only for the wisdom of loving
and the wisdom of forgiving
all the while
loving more
be the beam
of God's gentle light of Love
always
Joyce, Jakarta, September 2, '85
Goodbye
the cycle completed again
the hellos will soon be replaced with
mellow goodbyes
a sigh
heldback tears
who am I to complain?
I shall resist complaining
some things must be
it is not a matter of choice
it is simply
Life
if all things remain constant
we are no longer alive
change
is the essence of Life
as you walk out the door
look back with a smile
there I shall stand smiling back at you
gazing with a prayer in my heart
picture me that way
no, no tears
and goodbye,
friends
Joyce for friends, NY, June 20, '98
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