Listen to the Exhortation of the Dawn!
Look to this Day!
For it is Life, the very Life of Life.
In its brief course lie all the
Verities and Realities of your Existence.
The Bliss of Growth,
The Glory of Action,
The Splendor of Beauty;
For Yesterday is but a Dream,
And To-morrow is only a Vision;
But To-day well lived makes
Every Yesterday a Dream of Happiness,
And every Tomorrow a Vision of Hope.
Look well therefore to this Day!
Such is the Salutation of the Dawn!

-Kalidasa-

I agree with this saying: Happiness is being sought and created, it won’t come to you if you choose to be still. And here the human ras are, they all in a race to pursue the happiness. Mark Twain and Kalidasa, has beauty quotes for happiness.

It makes my sense if, Mark Twain said that whoever is happy will make others happy, too. I also believe, every person has different happiness capacity. That’s why, somebody could be so happy because of a little thing but not for others. It’s the matter of :  the perfection of wisdom, and the end of true philosophy is to proportion our wants to our possessions, our ambitions to our capacities, we will then be a happy and a virtuous people. Again I get this quote from Mark Twain.

Well, how about you dear folks?

“The rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart”

“A thorn defends the rose, harming only those who would steal the blossom”

-Anonym-

She Blooms  2008 – Phase2

Acrylic on canvas — 40cm x 50cm

By : Agoyyoga

…sacred…

“Die Rose ist ohne warum; Sie blühet, weil Sie blühet…”

“The Rose is without ‘why’; she blooms, because she blooms…”

-Angelus Silesius-

She Blooms 2008 – Phase1

Acrylic on canvas — (I’ll check the dimension later)

By : Agoyyoga

….and I can take a rest for while. Numb!

I grab my opportunity and I’m very happy. For me it’s like finding a piece of my soul. I’ve  wrote about this in AOE, another blog of mine. Please enjoy my review there!

It’s not too late to enjoy Jakarta Biennale XIII 2009. You could visit this site to check the events, exhibitions, and venues here. I am, one of those who expect an opportunity to visit Galeri Nasional Indonesia or Indonesian National Gallery and Grand Indonesia Plaza, since I heard that there are about 39 artists (local and international) who participate on Fluid Zone Exhibition. Please check the link to get more  information. Then, let’s see, I have my chance or not?

Photo courtesy of Dewan Kesenian Jakarta.

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I just want to answer one of them: I like the smell of wet pine tree in the morning.

What about you?

To start this day! Sting helps me much.

Inside the doors are sealed to love
Inside my heart is sleeping
Inside the fingers of my glove
Inside the bones of my right hand
Inside it’s colder than the stars
Inside the dogs are weeping
Inside the circus of the wind
Inside the clocks are filled with sand
Inside she’ll never hurt me
Inside the winter’s creeping
Inside the compass of the night
Inside the folding of the land

Outside the stars are turning
Outside the world’s still burning

Inside my head’s a box of stars I never dared to open
Inside the wounded hide their scars, inside this lonesome sparrow’s fall
Inside the songs of our defeat, they sing of treaties broken
Inside this army’s in retreat, we hide beneath the thunder’s call

Outside the rain keeps falling
Outside the drums are calling
Outside the flood won’t wait
Outside they’re hammering down the gate

Love is the child of an endless war
Love is an open wound still raw
Love is a shameless banner unfurled
Love’s an explosion,
Love is the fire of the world
Love is a violent star
A tide of destruction
Love is an angry scar
A violation, a mutilation, capitulation, love is annihilation.

Inside the failures of the light, the night is wrapped around me
Inside my eyes deny their sight, you’d never find me in this place
Inside we’re hidden from the moonlight, we shift between the shadows
Inside the compass of the night, inside the memory of your face

Outside the walls are shaking
Inside the dogs are waking
Outside the hurricane won’t wait
Inside they’re howling down the gate

Love is the child of an endless war
Love is an open wound still raw
Love is a shameless banner unfurled
Love’s an explosion,
Love is the fire at the end of the world
Love is a violent star
A tide of destruction
Love is an angry scar
The pain of instruction
Love is a violation, a mutilation, capitulation,
Love is annihilation.

I climb this tower inside my head
A spiral stair above my bed
I dream the stairs don’t ask me why,
I throw myself into the sky

Love me like a baby, love me like an only child
Love me like an ocean; love me like a mother mild
Love me like a father, love me like a prodigal son
Love me like a sister, love me like the world has just begun
Love me like a prodigy, love me like an idiot boy,
Love me like an innocent, love me like your favorite toy
Love me like a virgin, love me like a courtesan,
Love me like a sinner, love me like a dying man.

Annihilate me, infiltrate me, incinerate me, accelerate me, mutilate me, inundate me, violate me, implicate me, vindicate me, devastate me

Love me like a parasite, love me like a dying sun
Love me like a criminal, love me like a man on the run

Radiate me, subjugate me, incubate me, recreate me, demarcate me, educate me, punctuate me, evaluate me, conjugate me, impregnate me, designate me, humiliate me, segregate me, opiate me, calibrate me, replicate me

Sacred Love, 2003

Words are the only jewels I possess
Words are the only clothes that I wear
Words are the only food that sustains my life
Words are the only wealth I distribute among people

I love that quote, just like I love the books. What kind of books that you love? Once you find it, you’ll feel, you already found your soul mate.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made straight and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit together at the table of brotherhood.

Do you know? Who’s dream is it?

I was making a joke, just to make the day brighter. Actually I know your message, but how can I see everyone down, and the room becomes wet and gloomy. I also knew, they will be so completely confuse about this way, wondering and asking to their self (to your self, and me actually). No one had courage to ask you about the truth. Oh, how bad was I? I was enjoying that moment. I laughed out loud, and I bet you knew it as well. Even, I knew, it wasn’t good time, and everything was wrong.

And you are you; you will stand on your way, moving forward, take the action, and stay on your own road, solitude. Someday you might tell somebody, and your heart will tell you that lucky or may be an unlucky person. Only time will tell everyone about the truth and prove their yesterday-guessing. And no unnecessary room for nothing that left for us, your best friends.

Now I am here, lonely, drowning in time. Don’t get wrong, I don’t have tears, but it’s hard for me to believe that I still have lust for life. The time takes me here, to the time, when I feel something still linger on my mind, something from the past for sure. It was you, me, and the people around us. I lost your voices, and the room becomes so quiet now. I wondering who will cry for you in silent, but isn’t it unnecessary? Don’t you go for glory?

Oh, I can’t imagine the future while I find my self here in my stillness, watch, and think about all of these. Where the road goes? Where the day flows? Will the sun come tomorrow?

-A quiet evening in my corner-