
October 23, 2008
Taste of Indonesia

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Many times I've walked through Budapest being struck by something I wanted to share. Here, I do just that. What follows are glimpses along life's path that had touched my heart. Enjoy! Budapest Daily Photos recently moved to its own home. The photos here may be enlarged by clicking on them unlike BudapestResources.com website, its previous home.
The Invitation
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
12 comments:
Oh my goodness!!! Is that snow? ...already???
wow
: )
Did you post this before? I seem to remember those nifty statues at the door :)
Hello Isadora. Sorry I have not been by for a while. I have been busy with my mother as well as cleaning up her rental house so that we can move in. It was an absolute mess.
Some of the best restaurants are the little out-of-the-way places that not a lot of people know about.
Take care and have a great week.
Lisa
Très jolie phototo avec des couleurs mignonnes... Les statues sont belles.
Il faudra que je le visite en vrai Ton pays...
Buddha in Buda...Ü
they also say :"love gives wings", so why not to fly to Hungaria?..
Love the orange - just glows, doesn't it!
I had the same reaction as ocm. You have snow already!? It looks like a neat restaurant. I can't say I've ever had Indonesian food before. I'll have to try it some day!
What a great photo!! and loved reading the post.
Nice to see it so prominently and stylishly named. Back in the mid-90s, it seemed that so many restaurants didn't have a name, or didn't post it outside.
oooops! It is quite possible that I've shown it before. I go there to pick up frozen shrimp that the restaurant brings in from Vienna. With Kata here, we've already gone through 3 kg. yupp, that's about 6 pounds, and no, we don't get tired of it.
I like the owner and like the place so I probably took a photo again.
We are beginning a 4 day holiday in Hungary, today is the anniversary of the 1956 uprising. You do the math, I was 6 years old and began school in September and by October it was finished for us. :(
How quaint! Hope the food it good!
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