It’s me,
one you have to deal with.
You have escaped for so long,
now you must the truth.
But you are not ready yet.
Cleanse your mind first,
accept the painful facts.
We can talk once you have done it.
7.9.2025
Patron
Tag: hope
Tears
As I heard your tears drop,
I couldn’t help but wonder:
did we really know each other?
Maybe we held onto our secrets till the last moment.
The fork of the path in front of us.
I wondered: do we rage against the sky,
do we hold onto our immovable past,
or how do we deal with our moment?
Once, I saw a dragon with a brave heart,
who inscribed the words of love on it,
and breathed the fire of passion.
Perhaps that’s what it takes to launch into the world.
7.8.2025
Witness
You are the witness of your own words.
If you can hold on to your sharp mind,
and not bend towards comfort,
you will at least hold justice.
No matter how long you feel lonely,
your justice will be seen.
So hold on.
7.7.2025
Levity
I walked into a cafe,
and heard someone say my name.
I thought I misheard; or thought she was calling someone with the same name —
but not, she stared straight into my eyes,
and asked, “do you want your usual?”
I said yes — and she pulled out the royal English breakfast tea in a mug cup with the right size.
I sheepishly took my cup and sat in my table.
Her matter-of-fact attitude as she welcomed,
the face that she remembered my name,
and what I usually drink felt like an honor.
It’s a wonderful experience not encountered so frequently.
Just like the warmth of the tea in my hand,
I felt the warmth and levity in my heart.
7.4.2025
Distance
I have sensed something,
like tracing a trail of breadcrumbs,
a feeling like something is out of place.
Some had commented in passing,
as if there’s a stain on my face I don’t recognize.
But only recently have I started feel it,
a sense of distancing, a sense of refusal, or a sense of defiance.
What is this? Has this always been here?
It’s a curious phenomenon, one that calls my immediate attention.
7.1.2025
Friends
We’d beam at the sight of a green forest,
and run barefooted into the unknown.
Snails, crayfish, and tadpoles were the treasures.
I did not know a laughter could be dispensed so freely.
Songs we sang, the mountains we climbed,
all now awashed in the torrential rain.
Yet our work is still there for us.
Let’s keep going at it.
Tomorrow will be a better day.
6.29.2025
Beatitude
I hope you will find the way.
When you are tired or hurt,
Remember you are loved.
Many in the past and future
have, and will love you.
With what I can, I will do my part.
Take good care of yourself.
6.28.2025
Catalogue
I started to recognize a piece of myself in their story.
The nomadic wandering in cold darkness,
the whisper of intimacy with a knowing smile,
and the restraint to withstand what must be done.
With each step, I collect each of these pieces,
slowly weaving a collage of kaleidoscope
to guide those who may find themselves wandering
as I have been in those times.
6.27.2025
Conversation
How in-depth of a conversation can you go
when you are honest is still surprising to me.
It calls a moment a realization of
how much more training you need.
I am humbled by each stroke of talk,
and appreciative of the opportunity to grow.
It appears it’s not a path walked alone,
but in the company of many, for which I am reverently grateful.
6.26.2025
Resonance
After a long, arduous walk,
when someone looks into your eyes
and recognizes you,
through the labels, the ragged clothes, and pungent smell,
something inside starts glowing.
The breath becomes lighter,
the spine stretches straighter,
and the eyes soaking in more of the world.
It’s a mystery where such courage comes from,
but it’s one I am indebted to, and hope to pay forward.
6.25.2025
Ralph with Coffee 
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