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Thursday, June 25, 2009
Enyah
adalah sumpah
yang kemudian tumpah
di malam basah
pada langit yang rebah
jiwa-jiwa lungkrah
bercampur darah
terseliplah dalam sejarah
perihal sebuah kisah
yang berharga murah
saling bantah
dan saling serapah
untuk hal yang salah
tetapi menjadi lumrah
sebab semua pongah
dan lupa pada amanah
bedebah...
enyahlah...
Gambir, 25 - Juni - 2009, 4.37 PM
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Thursday, June 11, 2009
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Patas AC 63, 11 Juni 2009, 5.56 pm
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Patas AC 63, 11 Juni 2009, 5.56 pm
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Monday, April 20, 2009
Episode Kematian
tertulis pada kuntum cahaya
bersama aroma duka yang meruap-ruap
sebuah pagi yang ungu
berkisah tentang mimpi
yang mengendap - endap
pada fajar yang basah
tak penah terjawab tanya...
yang manakah kelok menuju surga
sebab kami harus menggali kubur sendiri
Citayam, 19 - April - 2009
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bersama aroma duka yang meruap-ruap
sebuah pagi yang ungu
berkisah tentang mimpi
yang mengendap - endap
pada fajar yang basah
tak penah terjawab tanya...
yang manakah kelok menuju surga
sebab kami harus menggali kubur sendiri
Citayam, 19 - April - 2009
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Thursday, March 19, 2009
pada sekerat daging
apakah rindu kan usai
pada dusta yang kau sembunyikan
tatkala malam beranjak pagi
sementara gigil masih menemani tiap sengal nafasmu
Citayam, 19 - Maret - 2009, 8.24 PM
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pada dusta yang kau sembunyikan
tatkala malam beranjak pagi
sementara gigil masih menemani tiap sengal nafasmu
Citayam, 19 - Maret - 2009, 8.24 PM
Labels: poems
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Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Bangsa Yang Kasar
kami ini bangsa yang kasar
tak paham mana sungguh mana kelakar
tak malu bersahabat dengan alawar
sungguh lupa pada yang akbar
kami ini bangsa yang kasar
hanya tahu bertengkar
dengan teriak menggelegar
ludah berbuncah keluar
kami ini bangsa yang kasar
hanya tahu amarah berkobar
setiap saat selalu terpancar
kian hari kian mengakar
kami ini bangsa yang kasar
tak percaya lagi pada suar
tak turut lagi pada amar
sungguh lupa pada yang abrar
: prihatin atas segala kejadian-kejadian kekerasan yang dilakukan anak negeri
Gambir, 4 - Februari - 2009, 1.25 PM
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tak paham mana sungguh mana kelakar
tak malu bersahabat dengan alawar
sungguh lupa pada yang akbar
kami ini bangsa yang kasar
hanya tahu bertengkar
dengan teriak menggelegar
ludah berbuncah keluar
kami ini bangsa yang kasar
hanya tahu amarah berkobar
setiap saat selalu terpancar
kian hari kian mengakar
kami ini bangsa yang kasar
tak percaya lagi pada suar
tak turut lagi pada amar
sungguh lupa pada yang abrar
: prihatin atas segala kejadian-kejadian kekerasan yang dilakukan anak negeri
Gambir, 4 - Februari - 2009, 1.25 PM
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Wednesday, January 07, 2009
This World Which Is Made of Our Love for Emptiness
Praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence. Existence:
This place made from our love for that emptiness!
Yet somehow comes emptiness,
this existence goes.
Praise to that happening, over and over!
For years I pulled my own existence out of emptiness.
Then one swoop, one swing of the arm,
that work is over.
Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope,
free of mountainous wanting.
The here-and-now mountain is a tiny piece of a piece of straw
blown off into emptiness.
These words I'm saying so much begin to lose meaning:
Existence, emptiness, mountain, straw:
Words and what they try to say swept
out the window, down the slant of the roof.
From: The Discourses of Rumi quoted from William C. Chittick, The Sufi Path of
Love: The Spiritual Teachings of Rumi
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This place made from our love for that emptiness!
Yet somehow comes emptiness,
this existence goes.
Praise to that happening, over and over!
For years I pulled my own existence out of emptiness.
Then one swoop, one swing of the arm,
that work is over.
Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope,
free of mountainous wanting.
The here-and-now mountain is a tiny piece of a piece of straw
blown off into emptiness.
These words I'm saying so much begin to lose meaning:
Existence, emptiness, mountain, straw:
Words and what they try to say swept
out the window, down the slant of the roof.
From: The Discourses of Rumi quoted from William C. Chittick, The Sufi Path of
Love: The Spiritual Teachings of Rumi
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Spring Giddiness
Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
and frightened. Don't open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don't go back to sleep.
I would love to kiss you.
The price of kissing is your life.
Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,
What a bargain, let's buy it.
Daylight, full of small dancing particles
and the one great turning, our souls
are dancing with you, without feet, they dance.
Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?
All day and night, music,
a quiet, bright
reedsong. If it
fades, we fade.
From: The Essential Rumi
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and frightened. Don't open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don't go back to sleep.
I would love to kiss you.
The price of kissing is your life.
Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,
What a bargain, let's buy it.
Daylight, full of small dancing particles
and the one great turning, our souls
are dancing with you, without feet, they dance.
Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?
All day and night, music,
a quiet, bright
reedsong. If it
fades, we fade.
From: The Essential Rumi
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Tuesday, January 06, 2009
You Worry Too Much
Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You say,
I make you feel dizzy.
Of a little headache then,
why do you worry?
You say, I am your antelope.
Of seeing a lion here and there
why do you worry?
Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You say, I am your moon-faced beauty.
Of the cycles of the moon and
passing of the years,
why do you worry?
You say, I am your source of passion,
I excite you.
Of playing into the Devils hand,
why do you worry?
Oh soul,
you worry too much.
Look at yourself,
what you have become.
You are now a field of sugar canes,
why show that sour face to me?
You have tamed the
winged horse of Love.
Of a death of a donkey,
why do you worry?
You say that I keep you warm inside.
Then why this cold sigh?
You have gone to the roof of heavens.
Of this world of dust, why do you worry?
Oh soul,
you worry too much.
Since you met me,
you have become a master singer,
and are now a skilled wrangler,
you can untangle any knot.
Of life's little leash
why do you worry?
Your arms are heavy
with treasures of all kinds.
About poverty,
why do you worry?
You are Joseph,
beautiful, strong,
steadfast in your belief,
all of Egypt has become drunk
because of you.
Of those who are blind to your beauty,
and deaf to your songs,
why do you worry?
Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You say that your housemate is the
Heart of Love,
she is your best friend.
You say that you are the heat of
the oven of every Lover.
You say that you are the servant of
Ali's magical sword, Zolfaghar.
Of any little dagger
why do you still worry?
Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less,
why do you worry?
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul, of the soul.
You are the security,
the shelter of the spirit of Lovers.
Oh the sultan of sultans,
of any other king,
why do you worry?
Be silent, like a fish,
and go into that pleasant sea.
You are in deep waters now,
of life's blazing fire.
Why do you worry?
From: Hush Don't Say Anything to God: Passionate Poems of Rumi
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you worry too much.
You say,
I make you feel dizzy.
Of a little headache then,
why do you worry?
You say, I am your antelope.
Of seeing a lion here and there
why do you worry?
Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You say, I am your moon-faced beauty.
Of the cycles of the moon and
passing of the years,
why do you worry?
You say, I am your source of passion,
I excite you.
Of playing into the Devils hand,
why do you worry?
Oh soul,
you worry too much.
Look at yourself,
what you have become.
You are now a field of sugar canes,
why show that sour face to me?
You have tamed the
winged horse of Love.
Of a death of a donkey,
why do you worry?
You say that I keep you warm inside.
Then why this cold sigh?
You have gone to the roof of heavens.
Of this world of dust, why do you worry?
Oh soul,
you worry too much.
Since you met me,
you have become a master singer,
and are now a skilled wrangler,
you can untangle any knot.
Of life's little leash
why do you worry?
Your arms are heavy
with treasures of all kinds.
About poverty,
why do you worry?
You are Joseph,
beautiful, strong,
steadfast in your belief,
all of Egypt has become drunk
because of you.
Of those who are blind to your beauty,
and deaf to your songs,
why do you worry?
Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You say that your housemate is the
Heart of Love,
she is your best friend.
You say that you are the heat of
the oven of every Lover.
You say that you are the servant of
Ali's magical sword, Zolfaghar.
Of any little dagger
why do you still worry?
Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less,
why do you worry?
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul, of the soul.
You are the security,
the shelter of the spirit of Lovers.
Oh the sultan of sultans,
of any other king,
why do you worry?
Be silent, like a fish,
and go into that pleasant sea.
You are in deep waters now,
of life's blazing fire.
Why do you worry?
From: Hush Don't Say Anything to God: Passionate Poems of Rumi
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