The dance of time

I want to get melted in the Dance of Time Placing my right foot in New York and my left one in London

Then, swinging my right hand to the Atlantic and my left one to the Arctic.

Squatting beautifully in the Pacific and taking a glance at the silky pants of the Globe

Then, facing up to the sky -- gently cradled by the breeze -- and making love with the glittering stars: Assoy!

San Francisco, November 1993

Should we be parted

Should we be parted after fingers have united in blood, So look into your deepest, flowery soul and conscious heart Where roses we planted there have now been blossoming And a heartfelt, true promise was once sculptured pink.

Should we be parted after our two minds have mingled, Come to the heavenly Garden of Love we've settled To see whether our butterflies still romantically dance; Then you delightedly sit and rest on that brownish bench To witness those canaries breathe high, up to the sky, A moving pack of songs of truth, freedom and peace.

In our old-and-new Rendezvous of Eternity right there -- No matter all angels or demons at last go jealous -- We'll see Love is a true language to feel and share And a leading pathway to start anew and refreshed.

Depok, Nov. 6 1998

-- By Much. Khoiri

Losing a language

Oh God, in what language I should say my prayers to you while my country has plunged into a worldly abyss My children have also been robbed of their future and our power holders have lost the sense of shame

Oh God, since my daily vernacular has ceased to have a meaning now I say my prayers in a metaphysical language But I'm afraid you'll misunderstand my message and will condemn me for the wrongdoing

- By Ngatini Rasdi

- Translated by TIS