come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
before the life slips away
bring back that light in your eyes,
live in this moment.
do not let it perish in worries of future.
see threats as they are
and dance with them.
at the end of this parade,
we’ll take our bow and leave.
so until then,
focus.
11.19.2022
it’s the morning glory after the storm.
everything seemed to have been ravaged
except for the scorched earth
there’s no meaning of anything after all.
but there’s a solace.
in spite of the absurdity of the world,
there will always be warmth.
in spite of the logical traps, the guilt, and the shame,
you deserve a a piece of love.
it’s okay to fall.
rise again, over and over again
I hope the world will be kind to show you love again.
11.7.2022
one day, I looked at my legs,
I realized it is a finite thing.
Unlike the equations,
the websites, the photos,
it is slowly, surely, aging.
I wondered if I thought
my legs would last forever.
I realized there’s not much time for me either.
I’ve been trying to survive so far.
Now, I’d like to love.
I’d like to live every second
appreciating all things that are love.
So, I sow love from within
slowly dancing in the rain.
11.14.2022
a giant tree that lived 200 years ago fell
I wonder how many times it was angry
angry at people making stuffs up
claiming to be the guru (c’mon, got up)
and when things go awry
they go silent quietly
I realized there must be an answer
but first let me calm my anger
11.13.2022
it looks like I am not in a good place
I didn’t notice the signs until they turned red
I am not trying to find or beg for solace
but I do know I need a help
as my high school history teacher once said:
“help”
it’s not a white towel thrown out yet
I just need to get out of this maze
that I have put myself in.
so “help”
11.10.2022
as I walk through the beach
I see people running;
some are running towards the ocean,
while others running towards the land.
some are dancing in the sand dune,
sweat droplets sprinkling over the desert
A few, I see then laying down under the sun
receiving, waiting for something unknown
all look merry in their occupation
but I walk the walk alone
steadily towards where my heart leads along.
11.9.2022
there is a lullaby about a baby
sleeping by the ocean
as the mother works by the ocean.
it’s a rather peaceful song
a song that makes you long
but longer you listen to it
further you sink
into sand dunes of the past
ephemeral, its shape
yet so heavy, its weight.
I hope you stay awake
before it’s too late
for there are real ones who wait
for you to rise again with your faith
faith in reaching your goal,
faith in being whole.
so, it’s time to rise
it’s a good day to be alive.
just as a grand ocean wave soon dies down
into a little fizzle at the shore
the summer is washing away with a crown,
a round ring of brown leaves, as its decor,
a decorum to the darkness, that arrives
of which, with only humbleness, one thrives
11.3.2022
I pray I don’t sway
by praise nor blame
that I stay away
from temptatious ways
that I’ll stay true
regardless of whether others will see through
I pray that there will be light
that there will be laughter and smile
diligent work built on trust
humble honesty weaving a society just
hopeful in dreams of eventual reunion
teeming with faithful heart for a communion.
10.28.2022
Ralph with Coffee 
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