A TEENY JUMBLED GRAFFITI SITE

BROUGHT TO YOU WITH LOVE FROM INDONESIA

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

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

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 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

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

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

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

I spoke with you yesterday, didn’t 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

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

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

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

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 child’s 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

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

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

the world

may seem senseless to you

void of meaning

however,

our commitment to Life

is to Survive!

Joyce, Jakarta, January 31, '93

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

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

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

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

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 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

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

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 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

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

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

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

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

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

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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