come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
instead of asking why we are here,
why don’t we deal with what we have?
instead of post-mortem dissection of the past
let’s imagine what the future can be
and when we can, let’s talk a little softer,
smoother, and gentler
while we squarely face the inconvenient truth
it’s going to be worthwhile.
3.20.2023
let’s make our future.
we can make it the way we imagine it to be.
if we believe in ourselves,
if we have the courage to face problems,
we can make our future.
yes, the past is always easy and beautiful
and that is the reason why
it will be awesome to make our future.
imagine
and it will be.
3.19.2023
some may say it’s irrational
some may say it’s not cost-effective
but I hold on
because of a possibility
piercing through this transparent veil
and reach a life I’ve been dreaming of.
it’s the spice behind my smile
it’s the final grip at the end of the day
that believe in this possibility.
3.18.2023
in dark times,
implore little shiny things
from within
and cherish them.
everything’s ephemeral after all
before you realize it
the sun will rise above the horizon
and gracefully shine upon you.
3.17.2023
early morning, I read a note by an erudite:
“curiosity is the key.”
it sparked a notion I deliberately obscured.
curiosity is unforgiving, yet a graceful path
it has taken many and then given me much
perhaps life is too short for it.
yet, it dances in the universe to make life alive.
I am convinced for now,
it is a way of life worth living.
3.16.2023
do not waste a second of your morning time
deep into its tranquility
as the oceanic wave of dusk arrives
allow your conscious to be free
in your silent peace
you will find what you need.
3.15.2023
it was one of the endless hot summer days
I rode my bike uphill back home from the office
red fire hydrants sprayed sprinkles of water
onto glistening black asphalt road
I stopped by a grocery shop run by immigrants
that had no AC on and smelled
spices, meat, and exotic vegetables
when I stood by cashier to pay
the elderly man bagging my grocery
stared at me with sun-baked wrinkled face
and slowly called out my name
at first, I couldn’t understand him.
he pointed at my name tag hung around my neck
and from consonant to vowels
slowly read my name
and stared into my eye
perhaps this was a rite of passage
or a reckoning of a soul
from another
who knows the price of life.
3.14.2023
I could not get the words out
I tried biting the tongue
I tried bitting the finger
but the words would not come out.
the longing to feel
the desire to be wanted
dissipated like a small fire
tucked in the darker corner of the room.
still, it will ignite again,
and I will do it again.
3.13.2023
when the angels arrive
and you are asked the question:
“what do you regret”
let us smile and say:
“none too many”
thus, let us ask ourselves today:
“am I loving?”
“am I honest to myself?”
“have I given my best?”
for we pass through our days
like burning coals on a stack of calendars
let us hold on to the rein tight,
and draw picture we want to draw.
it will be a one good ride.
3.12.2023
we run everyday to our fullest speed
for a sliver of chance we will meet.
like a pair of comets colliding
in the middle of the vast universe
when we shine to our best effort
perhaps we can meet again.
3.11.2023
Ralph with Coffee 
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