come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
Nothing was built alone.
Everyone along the way gave me something.
The heart-to-heart talks warmed my soul.
Their voice, their words, and their gestures
are what I will carry in my heart.
When the time comes, I will land my voice, too.
It’s a humbling journey graced with honors.
I will remember my humble beginning
and keep on growing, moving forward.
2.3.2026
Starting from the smallest thing,
we grow bit by bit.
Building the foundations,
humbly we take our first step.
In this attempt, memories are filled with gratitude.
Those who gave a landing hand,
those who helped us grow,
and those who led the way.
Mindful of those around me
I take my first step.
2.2.2026
Peeling away the doubt,
reaching out the hand returns warm brightness.
We understood better, the vulnerability of life.
Compassionate heart gathered one by one,
creating a momentum of change.
I will remember I am connected
with all those who have held my hand.
2.1.2026
Face the battle now, not later.
Instead of basking in the comfort of “readying”
Launch into the fray
Gets your hands dirty.
When you come out defeated
you’ll know what to fix
to win the actual fight.
1.30.2026
Thanks for seeing me as who I was.
Opening up was a bold move for you.
I marveled at your generous trust.
Buried in the memories, it still remains warm.
I know now I want to have lived having loved more.
To dance more, laugh more, and think more have been on my horizon.
To know I have lived a little then
croons my heart like the tomato red sun.
1.29.2026
After the morning ritual,
and a good run of chores,
I stepped out to outside
to marvel at the nature.
I grabbed the tentacle like icicles,
scooped up a slice of cut wood,
and looked at the horizon over the top of the hill.
All was silent, and satisfactory.
I took one step at a time
careful of the slippery ice
and arrived safely to the warm room of my home.
1.28.2026
Imagine love.
What does it feel like to you?
Perhaps, like a passionate poem,
a resilient and solemn dedication,
or an enigmatic and mystic riddle?
May you hold on to one that suits you.
May you remember what it meant in the past
And may you continue to grow with those
Who share with you the feeling.
1.27.2026
Into the dark room, the white sun light softly landed.
Alighting the room quietly, I stared
as contents of the room surfaced their shapes nakedly.
I cut the carrots with a knife on a cutting board,
stirred cold green tea in a mug cup,
and chewed on bits of tuna from a can.
And I knew, for the first time, what it means to be alone.
I understood what she meant
when she advised me to go to the mountains.
1.26.2026
The electricity shut down.
As I sat in a dark still room,
I savored the eloquent tune of silence.
Snow fell outside unflinchingly
and no one moved.
I stared as the dim light shone through window
the wooden floor, the dining table, and the chair stayed barren.
Without distraction, illusions, or deliberation,
I saw what is.
And that satisfied my senses.
1.25.2026
What we witnessed.
What we promised.
What we whispered.
I remember them.
As real as the memories are
so are the words are speak to engrave them.
May these words capture the truest,
honest view of what remains in me.
May you here these words
and knew they were true.
1.24.2026
Ralph with Coffee 
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