Tag: Memory
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I am not a meditator
An old friend ever asked me whether I was being enrolled any meditation school to become a meditator. I simply said “no”, since I am not a meditator, nor doing any form of meditation methods. It has been a common opinion that one who is a meditator has some prestige value within the society. No,…
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Visiting tomb of the past
Yesterday I was visiting a tomb of the past. I was looking back, what I have been leaving behind, inside the stream of my very own breath. There were a lot of things those holding me back there, one of them I know it as fear. Fear made me denied myself from entering a path…
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Because of love?
I remember one ever asked me, “why you do all this? because of love?” So what was my answer back there? I have no answer, till now there is still no answer. If my act was based on a mere love, a mere feeling, then that very feeling is the corrupted reasoning that I can…
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Beneath a memory
Human somehow is a strange entity, one would keep so many things beneath his or her memory. The pain, the happiness, the struggling for survive, the hate, the anger, the sadness, the feel of emptiness. Everything were kept secure beneath one’s memory. I don’t know if there is other word to describe this characteristic of…
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Moon under the rose
I was sitting on the second floor’s veranda when a night fallen down. A beautiful white rose was inside ceramic vase with beautiful traditional ornament on it. A dark night that I wished to be ended, just by waiting the moon shows up under the rose. Moon under the rose, is a beginning of a…