come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
Like drawings on the beach sand,
what looked right looks not right
as my eyes glaze over traces of my writing.
As if reaching out to the image of myself
reflected on a pond water,
only for the image to disintegrate reverberating water surface,
writing for the perfect image felt like a mirage.
Yet again, we hoist our belt and trudge on with our keyboard.
One day, it will be captured in our mind.
5.28.2025
To throw the cloak away,
not like an exhibitionist,
nor in a theatrical way,
but as a solemn abstinence
from a rugged survival instinct,
reveal what is, not what should be,
letting the blows fall, with no guards to shield,
and be fiercely exhuming “what is”,
We find the way.
In it, we find all meaningfulness that matters.
5.27.2025
The question arising in the mind
is as real as the talk you had with your friends.
Ignoring it will leave trails for it to track you down.
Stare at it, answer its demand, and move on.
Life’s richness may stem from facing the question, not in the answer itself.
5.26.2025
More than sitting in front of a desk for hours,
conversing an hour with a scholar goes a long way.
The line between the known and the unknown becomes clearer,
And the walk across continents of worlds are faster.
A duel of minds to weave a thread of philosophy,
one in which the darkness and light imprints a new pattern of thoughts.
5.25.2025
A courage to ask for what I dream of,
a determination of what I deserve,
and a diligence to make the wish come true.
Also for wisdom in the hopes that
what I seek aligns with what is right,
and that more of love, trust, and safety
to be experienced by people nearby.
These are what I ask for.
5.23.2025
It takes a keen eye to see the design in mind.
The grace of the finished work is a testament to many failed versions in the past.
An action without the vision rattles like an empty tuna can.
Basking under the sun, the occasional rests saves the soul.
It’s when the chipping towards the hopes,
when the heart glows even in the darkness.
5.22.2025
Thank you for seeing me as who I am.
Without the prejudice, the rumor, and the superficial aesthetics,
to meet a person at the most fundamental level,
to be fun, trusting, and joyful was freeing.
I’ll remember. And I’ll pay forward.
5.21.2025
Live at ease as you are.
There’s no more need to pretend.
Do what you feel comfortable with,
Do what feels right,
Do what makes your heart beat hard.
Life lives on right here, right now.
5.20.2025
Let’s try it again
even if it has become a spindle of black thread,
let’s keep weaving our stories.
A process of evolution over iterations of versions,
before we realize, we’ll find wings behind.
Let’s keep weaving our stories,
to materialize the dreams and hopes.
5.19.2025
In retrospect,
apathy was the only way to cope
with what was intolerable, beyond the limit.
When energy in every fiber of nerves were spent
while the machine kept on churning,
there was nowhere to turn for help,
and the fire before our eyes kept flickering,
so I knew I had to hold the line with all I had.
After all that has happened,
somehow I live yet another day to tell the tale.
This scratch of apathy is a reminder of the past
and a fragment of the reason why I need to reach my goal.
5.18.2025
Ralph with Coffee 
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