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You chose this page not by accident

Something inside you tells you to come here

Listen to the student inside you Seek Truth

and Today's Wisdom for your Soul

Understand that nothing in life is by Coincidence.

Life is not a game of Chance.

You have a Great Power within you.

You are not a Victim to Life and to Fate, you are a Student

Let your mouse drag button in the scroll bar to any point to

bring you to a certain location.

And the Student inside you will find what you need to hear,

to spark and old memory, provide a new insight

or simply something to enjoy

Nothing is ever as it seems ...

Really ...

Riding the Wind

hence the wind blows again

some leaves flutter

and shake in the wind

helplessly ...

weeping willows

follow the wind's direction

sadly hanging low ...

only birds of grandness

knows how to glide riding the wind

so proud and majestic ....

Joyce for Toni - Jakarta, March '98

they have learnt through

hardened fists of men of orthodoxy ..

who knows God by name,

yet comprehends God not ...

no churches, no temples, no mosques, no places of worship

can contain and teach the true spirit of God

our hearts and minds are too small

to house the Glory of God and all God's Majesty

and yet ........

through the trained eye

one can easily catch the Spirit of God

in a single morning dewdrop, that captures this Spirit

as the dewdrop bows to its Creator and Reflects the Universe

to its beholder ...

Joyce for Aloha 21.10 PM - Jakarta, April 9. '98

Sincerity my children...

is the cornerstone of life and peace

Never lie!

lying is worse than disobedience to one's parents.

Sincerity can move all things

It is the key to Paradise

The continued approval of a thousand flatterers

is not worth the quick approval of a single honest man

Love Sincerity

Tien D (Mom) for Joyce, Inna, Bruce and Charlie - Jakarta, July 27. '81

Because we willed what we did

we became what we are

we make our world, in every passing moment

The joys, the pains of human existence

they are, because we plan them thus

The future is a virgin ground

it will grow none, but what which we sow

by merely willing it so,

you can be all you want to be

Ndungu for Joyce - Machakos, November 27. '98

A promise, is a serious thing

if you break your word or fail to keep a promise,

you are unworthy of me!

Do not let a single night intervene

between the naming and the fulfilling of your promise

Remember the Great Ki Pu

whose promise was worth thousands pieces of Gold

He never made a promise lightly

The lowest point in the scale is occupied

by him who breaks his word

Tien D for Joyce & siblings - Jakarta, July 27. '81

awakened, I birthed myself into reason

if you were here, I had reason

I had passion, I had patience

the moment you had mind, I had home,

comfortable and tastefully furnished

you thought you were not the center of the universe

I knew you were the center of your own universe

the confusion on whether you were or were not

was my ticket, my port of entry

I am Self-Pity,

I am alive, alive with boroughed breathe

my home, inside your mind, heart, your body

am I strong, ha.... just the opposite, I am justly weak

but.... my weakness is my strength, my glory

my weakness casts the fate and faith of doubt

behind your closed eyes of simplicity

my haves, the bulog of depression sorrow

fueled by your wants and senseless desires

creates the space for my illusion and trickery

I can create the illusion of your aloneness

in the middle of the universe, your universe

I Self-Pity am the Void of your enduring endless journey

you scan the horizon and cannot see past you nose

you are the exact Center of My Universe

I weakness govern you and your weakness

bows, low bows, I pat your head, shame

your rhetoric and retort, I am pleased

mingle as you may, wiggle as you like

will I ever leave you, well you have free will

you have choice, I relish in your decision

to try, but.... trying is another of my

greatest weaknesses,

do I Self-Pity fear anything, oh yes....

certainly I do, of course I fear, death

and deportation is always a fearing way

what, you shyly ask, backing away into....

that self-imposed shadowed universe

David for Lamps - Jakarta, '98

it is far better

to toil gold rather

than dirt

it takes more time and energy

than toiling dirt and cold stones

the rewards are far better, I say

So are other things in life, you say

Less challenge, less value, say you?

Ah, my friend ..... not always!

Joyce for I - Jakarta, September 8. '89

accepting people as they are

I realise this is basically dependent upon

how much we can accept ourselves as we are

I don't laugh at my feelings

including the contradictions

I accept these fully as part of the reality of myself

I accept and respect my feelings

not expecting your understanding

I don't see things in black or white

rather, in rich shades of grey

why mustn't I then respect others for how they feel or think?

I believe they would feel their feelings, as much as I would mine

I don't set standards for others based on what 'I' think is proper

for this will be 'my' standard

and who says that 'mine' is better than 'theirs'

that all 'must' abide to it

If I respect my feelings, then

I can respect theirs and yours

and feelings are collages of every possible things

we don't always have to accept standards set upon us

by other than ourselves

this is the secret of our love and friendship

I am what I am

You are what You are

let us enjoy being friends

and being human

Joyce for friends - Jakarta, August 8. '93

Wake up from your Slumber

listen to your heartbeat

ask why is it beating

understand its meaning

shake hands with its Creator

cleanse yourself from hatred

understand the Essence

but in spelling G.O.D

you will never find God

as spelling and reading R.O.S.E

will not bring its colour

nor its fragrance

Let's come back

to the Essence

Joyce for friends - Jakarta, February 2, '93

the keeper turned the key, the lock jammed

the keeper, old now, jammed the lock shut

gruffed and walked away, damn lock,

no thought about the prisoner, not one

the prisoner smiled, he knew the lock

would eventually turn, lock and shut

locked alone again, the bars held fast,

like they were designed to do, lock

unpack later sit and feel the cell

the smell of the cell, the old blanket

the pillow so old, so worn, so sad

and the toilet, the toilet of a million asses

fear something that left long ago

anger something left over from long ago

time something to do minute by minute

God something think about in the dead of night

so interesting, here again, in the cell,

just sit for now and think, quiet

adjust, get ready for the first sleepless night

tomorrow the sameness will awake at sunrise

get up go to the bared window, look out

the view is confined by another locked

wing across the yard, others are looking out

the boredom of their sad lonely eyes, erupts

why again I laugh 'at' myself, I know the difference

why again I witness at my own executioner

why again I hold tight the bars like a vice

why again I ask for the next time endlessly

jail again, a place, the only place I feel safe

how can that be, jail a safe place, ha

because the Mind of Jail seeks itself

it must always return home, to the womb....

fatigued I sit down on the bunk bed,

tired of me, tired of mind, tired

I lay back, I drift into the place of birds

jail birds and fly, fly right back to the beginning

the beginning always repeats the same

the ending always repeats the same

I shake, awake to the bars, the cell, the prison

soon it will be lights out, yet the noise never ends

God I wish I were a little boy again

God I wish I were a little boy again

David for those who are Stuck in a life pattern,

Jakarta, May 4, '98

what good is all the glitter

if they cannot catch the reflection of your face?

why must you be so afraid

of being alone?

fear of Introspection?

as always,

aloneness brings

Truth

Joyce for Y - January 27, '93

What is the difference between Taking and Giving.

my friend, my companion?

do I only have to sit down in silence and Take what you Give?

then my Taking will be easy

do I have to struggle to Take what you have to Give?

then Taking is a hardship

in this, I see one enlightenment

how so often do I Take what I need without a struggle

and how so often do I have to struggle

in order to Take what I need?

and why is it that I sometimes feel

people dictate me in what to Give

that Giving too becomes a hardship?

Sincerely ..... my friend

I would choose to release Taking and Giving

free as the breeze, flowing easily out of its own nature

without any force

what is the difference between Taking and Giving

my friend, my companion?

both is like Gold

they shine in Sincerity alone!

Joyce for Y - Jakarta, April 19th, '93

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