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SILENCE MADNESS We silence our madness away. We put a big SHAME in showing ourselves to be different then what the mass consciousness want us to be. TO BEHAVE. To be IN CONTROL. When what is in control is against our natural cycle as part of the natural consciousness. That life is a cycle of progressing and regressing. That expressing our diversity of mind and voices become an act of rebellion. What we end up is we normalized suppression. We normalized locking our madness away in institutionalized secrecy. We put a hush and present everything to be alright. We do not put empathy as a priority when we are seeking medical healing answer. We bottle our chaos until it reach our neck and let them reach boiling point where our madness are scattered in violence, war and killing each other since we do not know what to do about it. Since we lost our way and track to where we had started this. When we skip away and don’t listen to our cycle as a natural being. Being part of the nature and not as a ruler. We cut trees and gave them to the hand of the industry. Our governments thinks that going back to nature program would be solved in planting 1000 trees, monoculture ways and without proper maintenance, made publicity and thought that they did their enough share in saving the world. IT IS NOT ENOUGH. As a collective we stay silent. For me being silence is what create all this madness that we think the way we live today is the normal way. And for us to be one of the natural cycle is to become the mad ones instead. I love my mad streak. I choose to go within for healing and release. To read nature from the way my body react and nowadays listening to my gut. But I won’t stay silence in my expression. No more. #reflection #words #release #enoughisenough #madness #danceyourmadness #danceyourmedicine #danceyourhealing #alchemy #transformation #lettinggo #boundaries #movementpractice #cuttingchord #recallibrating #higherfrequencies #ownyourhealing #witchmode #fire #purification #within

Decide to date myself after another funeral this year. WIDOWS just pull everything off to the screen today. Love and pain. Fierce love. Dangerous single mamas. Women would just do everything for love and protect life. The way we all fall for the bad boys. The way we handle the blow. All the mistreatment. All the betrayal. And in the end, after all the losses and pain. We still choose love. Especially for ourselves. This movie is just so human in the way it express our emotions. Women with balls are just the hottest ever 🔥❤️ Viola Davis is just queen. Epic cast and acting. Thank you Steve McQueen for this movie 👏👏👏 This just really made my day. #widowsthemovie #widowsmovie #selfcare #violadavis #widows #chooselove

They say what does not kill you, only make you stronger. That by embracing the darkness you will recognize your light. This face light up when I choose to show up today. Been immersing myself in the world of attar and natural fragrance studies. Making many written notes. Trying to connect with the old wisdom through my sensing. Trying to make sense on where in the hell are we heading with the current civilization. They say, smell is the oldest memories. I have been smelling the roses for days after a foul smell of darkness which I could not get out from. For now I let them heal me before another dive, another plunge and another wave in the horizon. #selfnote #reminder #betweenthedarkandthelight #emerging #rising

When your dinner at home start to look like this 😂 I know am back with my Venusian elements and nourishing my nourishing elements🤟 #venusintaurus #domesticgoddess #allthatiam #soulfood #comfortfood #chinesefood #claypotcookingcontinues #donabelyfe #sapotofu #claypotjourney #bancidapur

The only offering I could do for NEW MOON tonight is to cook for myself and my son. While saving a plate and deliver it for my best friend who just gave birth. Its the only means of regaining some EASE and SOFTEN in getting through these times. I choose to make a homey classic: CHICKEN SHITAKE MUSHROOM CLAYPOT RICE. I always cook Chinese when it comes to comfort and when I miss being home. I believe that comfort food always soothe one soul. One bowl at a time 🍚🥢 Recipe thanks to @omnivorescookbook ❤️🙏✨ #soulfood #homecooking #claypotcooking #chinesefood #homemade #bancidapur #comfortfood #soothe #newmooninsag #mooninsag #sagitariusseason #homemadefood #homemadewithlove #cookingwithlove

The darkest night of the year made me stumble again in holding the space by witnessing #thespacewehold , a web documentary by Tiffany Hsiung about the “comfort women”. Everything and all about every single violence seems to flashback to me. Rape as a weapon of war. Rape as a mechanism of control. Rape as a culture. I study this. I read and write about this. I experienced sexual harrashment and violence throughout my life. I experienced rape. And every single time it breaks my heart and crush my bone. They are not numbers. Herstory is never about numbers, every single story matters. With my life, I felt them running through my bones. The generational traumas. The unresolved wound in our DNA memories. I tried to hold myself while I hold a space bar, tried to hold spaces for these grandmothers and found myself failing in my dark corner of our world. What did our grandmothers are trying to tell us? This wounded damaged collective womb that keeps on bleeding. We never recover them with the way we let our culture of violence happening over and over. How do you win a war when you hurt your own mother? What do we gain in hurting each other? Losses and losses, war after war. My ten year old ask me whether the WW III is going to happen at his time. I don’t have the answer everytime I see the face of our humanity. These blood of our collective wound has reach our mother earth ground. And it screams to our conciousness. She gave her signs everywhere. I tried to go back to her, every single day, plant the smallest seeds I got with myself today, put my hope and prayers in the garden of my soul. I hope we become the mothers that tell these stories to our future generations and comfort every single frigthened beings 🙏🙏🙏 Thank you @tiffstery, please tell these grandmothers that they are magnificent 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️ #darkmoon #thespacewehold #reflection #collectivewomb #healing #hope #prayers #survivors #metoo #endrapeculture #stopviolenceagainstwomen #comfortwomen #apology

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astridreza in puisi April 9, 2012February 21, 2013 34 Words

Laki-laki Yang Bernama Bulan

seperti lonceng yang berbunyi tiba-tiba

wajahmu muncul sepagi ini

seiring bau laut

yang tak sampai

di sebrang gunung

kumenengadah di langit-langit jauh

mataku seolah tertimpah butiran salju

dan rasa hangatmu

di dadaku

suatu waktu

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