Tracking Ki Ageng In A Wet-Soes Cake Poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo

(1) dawn

If a temperate night
Love you sneak in space
Nothing I said
Even you
Love is a set of empty words
Man who rediscovered by Ki Ageng Surjomentaram,
70 years full of meaning
Of loss of mother, grandfather, his beloved wife
He wanted to resign from a noble prince
Coolie labor to run out so quietly
Who am I, thirst, hunger...
Shouldered his father as a human soul
Love is not lust, but the nature
Happiness is union
The whole spirit in self
In every life choice, wherever you are
It is not fear or anxiety
But the belief that you have being
but still in silence
while the bells on beyond..

(2) morning

The new morning stirred
When the baker around
Hawking his wares, I greeted him
My wife ordered wet-soes cake
Life flowing in love
There may still be wet with dew
The rest of the musings of psychiatric Ki Ageng
Jogya is a homeland
A restless soul throughout life to make sense of themselves
There was no space left
Happiness is intertwined with the intimate
With the belief of life
Without hesitation, it was one
morning a conscious choice
Everything is going smoothly, God willing...

(21/11/2010)