Amore

Perhaps it’s not that you have the capability to do anything that you love;

rather, it’s because you love that you can do anything.

A human can be limited as a mere mortal

yet it’s love that allows for sublimation from constraints.

It’s not what you can get from the other,

but rather what you can give for them.

For their presence in my space is a gift in itself,

nothing can get in the way of your dedication to them.

Let the light grow in this pitch darkness.

12.12.2025

Slow

When your cloth catches a fire,

it’s difficult to stay calm and ponder

whether my buttons are tied in order.

You’re too busy putting out the fire with water.

When the anxiety caught me,

I put on blinders on my sides,

and just ran as fast as I could

without knowing where I am headed.

It was when I could finally stop and relax

allowing myself to melt in the softness of warmth

of those I could trust and rely upon

that I started to see the broken links.

Slowing down, I started to understand

the minute links connecting each other

forming a vast network, pulsing with

diverse colors and brightness of emotions.

So it begins, the brick work to build the foundation

beneath a castle built upon a cloud.

12.11.2025

Voice

I think (I actually do “think”) I need my voice.

I want to say what I believe in,

work towards what I have loved,

and embrace the challenges

in spite of many past unsuccessful attempts.

I am grateful for what I have.

And I want to build more of the love

that I received, that I shared, and that I feel even to this moment.

To do that, I want to be more honest.

I want to be more humble.

And I want to be a better storyteller, planner, and leader.

12.5.2025

Memory

Like a warm and sweet perfume scent,

it keeps my heart warm.

Reminds me of why I started this journey.

It’s too tempting to remain where I was,

but the moon is rising

as the sun falls.

It was like a dream.

One I did not want to wake up from,

but one that eventually called my name

to wake up.

11.19.2025

Living

Perhaps at the back of my mind,

I had slid one foot lingering in the back door

as we philosophized over “to love or to survive”.

Like a reflex against my naïveté,

words escaped my lips quicker their meanings.

After a long darkness stopped by

(long to experience, short to remember)

I returned to speculate:

that it is both the hands of the heart and the mind held together

that leads the dance of this life

peppers in living, with saltiness of surviving.

So, all of this is just to say

thank you for conversing with me that day

in the darkest time of that night

under the moonlight.

11.16.2025

Restless

A fire flickers on a flint of wood.

It is undeniably flammable,

yet so ephemeral and minute.

Let it become large, and it engulfs.

Let it dissipate, and no one will remember.

Let your eyes mesmerize in its glow,

and the time will slip by.

Stay awake. It may be painful,

but this is the only way.

9.26.2025