Rodadewa bLoG

The Nameless One
Great Divine Universe
The Creator of all creator
The Creator of all creation

I am one of the small dust
Of many dust among the stars
I am only one of many
many of doing the same one thing

I am not a holy man
But I love You
I am not a saint
But I love You

I think of You as my King
I think of You as my Queen
I think of You as my Father
I think of You as my Mother

You can hear my voice
You can hear my heart
You can hear my mind
You can hear my soul

You know everything about me
You know everything about everyone
You know everything about anything
You know everything better than all things

But still I pray to You
To speak like a son and his father
But still I pray to You
To speak like a daughter and her mother

To the Nameless One
Great Divine Universe
May I walk this path
That I have choosen

Help me to understand
Help me to walk the path
Where many forbids me
But The One does not

May the bright star guide my path
To be my light, to be my torch
To live the life You have given me
To cherish and live as best as I can

And one day I will say to my children
To stand up on their own
As when they get older and mature
I will not be on the ground but the stars

And so when my purpose as a human ends
I can be one of the bright star
Guiding other travelers
Who are willing to be guided

*This is just a song I listened when I decided to put the poetry on my blog by Dennis McCarthy - OST ST-Generations

This story has been in my family from many generations before, i would like to share this to whoever is reading:

Once upon a time....

There was a very old man lived alone in the woods by the river. The old man likes to collect falling branches for daily work, as he does not have the strength.. to do more than that.

In the evening after dinner,he selected all of the finest branches, choosing one from many.Then he pulled out his knife and start to shape the branch. He wanted the branch to be shaped as he pleases, as to be a beautiful wooden statue

However..
the branch has a heart and a feeling...
the branch was crying.. as it is hurt and pain.. to be shaped by that sharp knife
After a while, the branch could not bare more of the pain..
it breaks...

the old man was very sad.., a tear fall down to the ground. He had high hopes on that branch. Now he have to select another branch and do the work all over again.

The second choice was a thick branch and strong by the looks of it. The old man than uses his knife again and started to shape the strong branch

for a long moment... things are looking good, happiness starts to fill the heart of the old man. However at that moment, the strong branch could not find any strength left within the branch, it too has a feeling and for the branch, eventually it was too painful.

when the knife strike for the final shape...
the branch breaks..

Again tears of the old man along with his sweat fall down to the earth. The old man tells to him self with sadness...

"is there no branch that i can shape to my wish?"

The old man was not ready to give up
he took another branch, randomly
then started to shape it again..

this one is different
it was following the will of the old man
but the old man can also hear as if the branch was crying very loud in pain and suffers

The old man wonders... "why is this branch still not broken?"
Deep in the old man's thought he said,"it doesnt look strong but.. it is not breaking".
The old man then stops for a while and whisper to the branch ,"be strong for me, as it is for your own good"

Then after a long hours of working..it was near dawn.

The branch was no longer a branch anymore
it is now a statue, a beautiful one.

Then the old man slowly put the statue on the top of his favourite cupboard in front of his bed, where he can always watch it.

The old man said to him self while watching the statue with another tear falling to the ground. The tear of joy.

"I am very proud of you, I am proud of My creation.."

a place where i feel safe
a place where i return home
a place where i release all tiredness

a place where i can cry all i want
a place where i can get angry all i want
a place where i can laugh all i want

a place of me and my love
a place of me and my enemy
a place of me and my friend

i never hunger here
i am never poor here
i do not suffer here

my house..
my soul
my home

i take my house
whenever i go
and wherever i go

i am very proud of my house
though it appear common from outside
though it appear not special from outside
but i know my house better than anyone

i keep it simple and clean
so i can always be comfortable
within it my happiness

what do you think about your house?
do you recognize it?
i'm glad if you do..

FOR THE DEPRESSED

hey world..
look at me..

even when burned...
i do not burn
even when drowned...
i do not drown
even when my neck is stranggled...
i do not run out of air
even if i am killed...
i will not die

when the sun is at east
i exist
when the sun is at the west
i still exist

when the sun no longer exist
i still exist
when the moonlight shine or not
i always exist

hey world
i remain to stand still here
you may try to crumble me
as i will not move
any kind of storm
cannot change my position

i will not die
as long as You are my lover
i will fear nothing
as long as You are my father
i will not have doubts
as long as You are my mother

as for whatever it is that You have written for me
it must be a very wonderful story

hey world
my body will die
my life is uncertain
but the most certain i know
my soul is eternal

"ronggo wisnu prihadi samadikun"