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I wish for the warmth in the morning of winter.
The coolness of a breeze in the late summer afternoon,
and the song in our heart dancing in circles.
Playful talks, roaring laughs, and feeling smiles,
full of hope, we’d march forward.
We’d be ready for what’s to come.
2.23.2026
In quietness, only confidence ensued.
The blue sky, the grey concrete street, and darkened trees remained as they were.
Yet, something fundamental clicked.
All pieces were there already.
I drew in air — and it felt fresh and light.
I knew the trees, the sky, and the street in my memory remained as true
As the trees, the sky, and the street before my eyes.
I knew where the roots lied
and where the leaves are about to blossom.
All was one, and one was all.
2.20.2026
In the cheesehead and breezy air of a spring afternoon,
I see sparks in the bushes at the foot hills of trees.
As if to whisper their delight,
it sways this way and there,
dancing in silence, the magnificent orchestra.
When the darkness sank in,
the spark remained in the eyes a little longer.
2.17.2026
I walked.
I expected the walk to be meaningless,
but then, what is meaningful after all?
Birds chirped, tree branches swayed,
and the clouded floated on a milk blue sky.
I saw a block of fallen tree, a dog barking at a window, and a group of children jostling friendly
(Was it friendly?)
I walked and then talked some more.
All the more my heart felt lighter.
It lightened enough
to carry the weight of the day.
2.15.2026
Sway a little, twist a whistle,
Groove in rhythm, beating a drum.
Bum-da-dum, and here I am.
Dum-da-dum, here we go.
Look into my eyes and see the sky,
glimpse of your soul in the darkest hour,
rising again with a golden sunlight
ever so bright with warmth of delight.
Hum-ho, let’s get going,
Hum-hum-ho, here we go!
2.15.2026
When you smiled,
I felt my breath became lighter.
Like the sunshine breaking through the morning chilly air,
Your smile, it brightened world.
I still carry it.
A small free library stood in front of a porch.
Among the jumble of books and drawing books,
I found an old copy of the northern folktale.
The brown pages of the book seemingly glowed
under the sunlight as the sun dipped into the horizon.
In return, I left a book from my own collection
one I had brought from the New England.
In this tiny house of books,
worlds and stories are shared.
2.12.2026
Keep on building.
Let the hammer strike the raw ore
yet keep the warmth in your heart.
The winter may come and go,
but a heart that stays evergreen is rare.
Spring will come.
So keep on building your dream
for when your moment strikes.
2.11.2026
There is still a reason to reach out.
We wove our stories together,
dark green and golden vines branching out
and digging deeper into the core.
Clouds and fogs may mesmerize your view,
but in your heart, you will know which path to take.
Breath softly. Tread lightly. Shine brightly.
2.10.2026
A step in an unexpected direction,
and uncertainty had already dawned.
When feeling lost,
remember the warmth once touching upon your skin
on a peaceful late summer day.
May that peace prevail like the blue sky.
2.9.2026
Ralph with Coffee 
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