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At The World’s End, a poem

What lies at the world’s end?

A vertical gigantic cliff?

A drop into nothing?

A dive into mysterious astral elements?

HEAVEN.

Will I see the faces of my loved ones again?

My Ema? My Engkong?

Oky?

Do I get to enjoy gold rivers, flowing

Happiness because I did my part for the greater good.

HELL.

Must I meet again those enemies of mine?

Will I rot in eternal suffering due to many, many sins?

Trust me, I have many.

(Many enemies, and many sins.)

What if…

It is simply a new morning.

A breeze of fresh mountain air.

The slight press of a hug

The starry tingle of a kiss

The memory of what was

Me

April 2021

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With My Two Hands, a poem

With my two hands

I can cook a meal to feed my body and my loved ones.

I can massage away pain and give a short relief for aching muscles.

I can garden! Oh the Joy!

Create resources which I get to harvest myself!

With my two hands

I can make music, the very language of the universe.

I can write, immortalize my story.

With my two hands

I can make a difference

I can change my life.

Written 11 March 2021. For more of my poems, you can visit A Season of Poetry at the shop.

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Live Your Life, a poem

Live Your Life

Like you’re really meaning it

Like you’re really living it

Like you’re really loving it

Move it, sing it, dance it

Because, is anything as beautiful as life itself?

As long as you’re still alive

Still breathing

Still going

Then anything,

and everything,

is possible

Every second is a second chance

Every minute : something shifts

Something changes, something clicks.

With every pulse of your heart

With every beat of the drum,

A future.

This poem celebrates everything that is possible in life, as long as you stay alive. It is one of the poems I published in A Season of Poetry. The whole poetry collection, together with illustrations by Inez Wandita, is available at the shop.