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Oh how worthwhile, it was!
The arduous ordeal of waiting,
Hundreds and thousands of misunderstandings;
Yet this reunion supplicates the minds.
Yes, my heart’s been scarred all-over,
My body’s been aging seemingly faster.
But, oh, how sweet this reunion is!
Yes, the end is nigh,
And I must walk the long unforgiving path
Treading blindly into the future unknown
Carrying none but this memory of reunion.
But, oh, just look how bright this reunion shines!
5.22.2021
As the lightening strikes the olive trees
I feel the rumbling for the storm in my heart
When the jaguars launch from the mountain
Pouncing on the orangutan
My eyes follow it.
My body stay steady, prepared to soak into the art of preying performed so vividly.
Such a meticulous act needs to be studied
Instead of jumping into stop them
Study closely.
Promise the future.
Remember this act.
Commit to an improvement, an evolution.
Remember.
5.20.2021
Drop all the baggage of fat
accrued from dues for living on the earth
let the bare bones and muscles power you
on this barren journey
where only you exists.
5/18/2021
I’ve regurgitated countless reiterations of apologies
in my dark corner at the back of my mind,
I instead beat the iron hammer on the railroad
to the quickening rhythm of my caffeinated heart
anxious of catching up to the blurry vision of oasis
dragging the rugged sacks of question marks.
I apologize; I will get there.
I will do whatever it takes to get there.
To the promise, to the honor, to the virtue of life.
I will lay down everything else and grapple my way towards it.
I must get there.
I must get there.
I must get there.
5.18.2021
What is the best way to forgive yourself for the mistakes you’ve made so far?
It’s to look at them closely.
It’s to look at what you have to do squarely.
It’s to look at your scars and building yourself again constructively.
What is not the way to forgive yourself?
It’s to look away at the sore and stinky remnants of the past
It’s to look away from the scorching truth
It’s to look away from the sorrowful message of your past self.
Why forgive yourself?
You’ll find out.
It may be just a corner away.
A flip of a page away.
A whiff of a daydream away.
5.18.2021
Please try not to forget again.
For the time is slipping by faster than ever.
A decade is a blink away.
Please try to remember your own laws.
Please try to remember to give to others.
Please try to remember to forgive.
Please try not to forget again.
For the world is shiftily changing.
Time is unforgiving to all who forgets about it.
Please try to remember to build a space of respite.
Please try to remember to run as if
only things that matter are the earth and yourself.
And then rest.
Please try to remember the gratefulness of each breath.
Please try not to forget again.
For the world is now, you are here.
You are here, now, to live.
5.18.2021
The reason why there are whispers of rumors
that the flight towards the eternal light solely burning in the dark sky
is said to be as hard as hitting a lightening bolt is because of the distance.
the eternal distance that desiccates the life out of oneself.
But once you take a step off the cliff
and start to beat your way against the wind
you realized it’s actually not too far
but it’s the distractions:
the wind that blows gently
soothing your heart beckoning back to your warm cocoon
wrapped in the sweet scent of nascent spring
ripe with honey and playful rainfalls
once you take your eyes off the scorching ball of fire
the world slips away into a dark syncope
there’s only one way.
that’s why it’s hard.
5.18.2021
There is an ennui in the air confined in this fine wooden box
This large wooden box encasing the air surrounding the humans
Loose enough not to suffocate, sturdy and touch to withstand the rain
The box warps the space, the flow of time, and docks under the freedom to move
Whispers of doubt, of pride, of fatality lurks under the shadows of the box.
When shall we be free from this cage?
Only when we mute the whispers in mind and break away from the gravity of oneself, we might taste that sweet freedom.
5.8.2021
I looked up, touched by a gentle breeze
ocean of green leaves waving softly
in the background of blue panacea
like a childhood daydream over a classroom window
I looked down, my feet digging into dark brown wet mud
quietly soaking into my sneakers and socks fabric,
leaving a trace of its presence on me
as I leave my foot print on it
When nobody talked
the Nature spoke.
5.4.2021
when the bell tolls,
when the last word of the prayer is muttered,
when the eyes close that iron curtain,
I hope there is peace
I hope there is acceptance
I hope there is wisdom
12.25.2020
Ralph with Coffee 
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