Now is the time.
Don’t let yourself fall asleep
to the sweet scent of nostalgia.
Remember what mattered.
Continue to evolve.
Focus on your dream.
11.2.2025
Orient
Tag: hope
Giving
As we walked the streets we walked decades ago,
thoughts I had pushed far back in my mind
started to resurface, and as the brown dried leaves fell
words started to cascade into reality.
I do not concern myself with forgiveness
but your acceptance of the truth
alleviated the weight I held on for so long.
When I lay my head for one last time
I will remember what you have given me
as I hope I will be remembered for what I sought to give.
10.31.2025
Return
Why would you not make it?
The eyes stared at me as if it’s a matter-of-fact.
All the uncertainties, probabilities, and possibilities
are reduced to the simple fact.
A steely needle needs to be robust
to weave through bundle of yarns
and create a vision to come true.
10.30.2025
Perspective
As the number of years accumulate,
impossibly thin layers veils my eyes
warping the meanings behind minute details.
Once, I had rebuked them as sentimentalism
But now I look back at it and wonder
if this is what matters in the end.
A new chapter opens,
and flash of light signals the beginning of yet another race.
Hopefully, it’s in the warmth we find in these small details
that we can rest our souls at the end of the line.
10.29.2025
Eyes
It’s been awhile since I glimpsed into your eyes.
Like the autumn sky, they were deep and dark,
As I stand in the middle of the earth,
I wondered what our moment meant.
A number of universes came and went
like the white tile on a Rubik’s cube.
I embraced my brown faux-leather jacket tightly
and continued to walk down the road.
10.27.2025
Paths
Which way must I go?
The longer I wait, the more I realize I have limited space.
What must I do now?
The passion, the righteousness, and the purpose
just a touch away from my finger tip.
What would I enjoy?
In the end, what will I find pride in?
How will I choose my day, and how will I write the history?
10.26.2025
Portal
It was there all along,
but remained invisible and locked
until I stumbled upon a poem
by an old dying man
and I knew the softness of the air he spoke of
and the strength of the roots of the river
shivering the earth.
Yet I remain as I have been.
Staring into the unknown.
10.25.2025
Alignment
As the day ends,
and the body rests,
where does your soul lay upon?
Does it chase after dreams of clouds
or does it remain in a silent room
where the shadow deepens into darkness
and the acute sense of loneliness surfaces?
You choose which way you want to go.
It’s yours for the counting.
10.24.2025
Center
In spite of temptation,
the shame,
and desperation,
Seek justice, improvement, and humility.
Picture what Ty you truly want in the end.
Put your next foot forward.
10.22.2025
Again
Like the scenery out the window of a train,
a lot has passed by in a blur.
But the feeling of the speed
as I propelled thousands of meters per second
is the one I vividly remember.
I believe we can soar again.
Once more,
we will meet again.
10.21.2025
Ralph with Coffee 
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