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I decided to not to expect to receive,
but to be the one to chip away at a wall.
I have seen when everyone felt lost,
but they all appeared as if nothing was wrong.
I decided to accept what is, and to plan ahead.
When I stopped chasing after the storm,
I found my voice inside; matured with a unique funk.
Slowly was smooth, and smooth connected me to the world.
3.7.2026
What can save this soul,
so drenched in the invisible fire,
yearning for quenching solution,
wading in the body of water so abundant?
Thus, it’s named shame,
which ignites at the slightest offense,
alighting brightly the promenade of consciousness
so bright others could see it miles off.
Alas, a source of solace: communion.
In commiserations shared in nakedness,
we profess deepest thoughts and desires.
Reverberating in darkness, the long waited calm
dawns on the shoulders
like the crocheted navy blue blanket.
3.3.2026
Thought I was being smart
preparing for the unknown,
becoming better than yesterday,
well, becoming better *at being better than others* than yesterday.
Instead, holding onto its sharp edge
I wondered why this matters in the first place.
As I sat in the dark,
I thought of the meal I had shared on a Thursday evening.
It was just any other day.
It lasted only an hour or two,
but I vividly remember I was there.
And the words I have heard,
the stories that were told,
and the ideas that were exchanged
are not something I want to dismiss
as just a moment of reverie.
It mattered.
It has shown me something that mattered.
I choose to believe the reason lies in there,
to keep on holding on.
And to believe it will work out in the end.
2.28.2026
Walking past by a parking lot,
I found a fragment of sunlight
beaming silently from the side mirror of a car.
I wanted to give it to you
so that your day will shine so warmly,
ever so brightly, like the dream of yours.
2.27.2026
Let me go forward
and do what I need to do.
Let me be the person I can be
let me drive this to the goal line.
Let me make this vision come true.
2.26.2026
Let the line come in.
Let it pierce through the curtain of darkness.
Let it burst in to eternal warmth and peace.
Let it shine on those unseen in the shadows,
warmth to the heart of those in pain,
and protection for those in need.
2.25.2026
Hope, continues, blindedly
in the bright warm sunlight
shining upon the unknown.
If, as the faith goes, clinging on
will shows the way in the end,
would it all be all the more wonderful?
So I think.
Thus I take another step
with a lightened in my heart.
2.24.2026
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
Ralph with Coffee 
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