come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
it was a good day to have a talk.
the wind blew like blue ocean waves
sweeping across green tree bushes,
scattering golden light through its paths.
air was clear, sky was spotlessly sweet blue,
river was filled with fish swimming serenely.
perhaps a perfect peace, a piece of heaven abound.
walking on this path with you
perhaps this will be one of the most memorable moment
one that I’ll cherish for a long time from now.
6.7.2022
Dear kid,
pour your heart out. it’s gonna be alright.
With questions of friendships, identity, and self-worth,
try letting your grip soften up a little
instead of sitting in the middle of the street,
try walking, singing the song of your own anthem
beating your heart to your own rhythm
march on. be fearless.
and it’s okay to crash and fail.
it’s okay to do nothing at all.
whatever contends your heart,
try it all.
your answer may lie near you.
6.6.2022
I’ve heard there’s no limit to koi fish to grow.
But caged in a small glass bowl
looking out into the world,
I’ve heard it does not fathom ever growing larger
than the size of a bowl
I wonder how I can scoop one out of the bowl
and let it grow in the river
so that it can grow, swim free as it wishes,
and rise to its calling,
to become a dragon.
6.4.2022
Dear readers, I have a philosophical question:
if you close your eyes, reflect on your life
and find my joyous and glorious days you lived,
would you say you are satisfied with the life you’ve had so far?
would you even go so far as to say, “my life is enough?”
But at the same time, if you open your eyes each morning, wake up and face another day, another blank page in addition to your life,
and choose to live and paint it,
are you essentially saying, “I am not satisfied with the life I’ve had so far, let me see what I can do to improve my life” or “what does life have to reveal to me?”
Can these two school of thoughts coexist?
I am not arguing for an early end of life or stating what people should do.
This is just an exploration of different perspective people may have. This is an exploration of mind.
What I am essentially asking is, how do you balance between saying “I am enough” and “I want to grow”? For growth appears to be associated with happiness, but so does satisfaction. Yet, growth and satisfaction seem to be unable to coexist.
What are your thoughts? I’d kindly appreciate any response.
6.4.2022
Allow me to keep my faithfulness,
allow me to hold onto principles,
allow me to share warmth with others,
allow me to build a refuge for those in need,
allow me to discern virtue from vice
allow me to remember my humble origin
allow me to share a moment with others.
6.3.2022
sometimes I wonder
whether it was worthwhile to have done it all
when, in the end, all you come to
is the starting point all over again
but you’ve gone through point of no return
you’ve vowed to avenge your youth
you’ve been bruised, bled, and bloodied
by thousands of cuts by those passing by
when, at the point of arrival, you realize
you’ve arrived at the opposite direction
of where everyone needed you to be
where you have cried your soul into black instead
I wonder if all those were worthwhile after all
6.1.2022
like a delay before a good sneeze,
you know it is coming, until it’s in front of your nose;
and then, bam!
the deadline is here.
everything must change, the lights, the shapes,
the forms, the texture, the air, the color,
the warmth, the coolness, the wetness,
the hardness, the mythic enchantedness,
everything, everything must change;
and along with it, part of you must go too!
be careful; otherwise you might lose something precious.
witness.
remember.
then move on.
5.22.2022
even in an apocalypse, there is love
unselfish love that keep us warm
even during a rat race on a collapsing road
love that allows us to become a juggernaut
impenetrable passion to protect the beloved
it’s a soft gentle touch to the heart
even as all things around us fall apart
that remembers what life is worth
and let us fight the good fight
5.20.2022
I’ve been blinded by tears and sweat and dusts
after running as fast as I could, faster than anyone
Now numbed with soreness and calluses
I cannot tell whether the soft silky grains
soaking around my ankle are sands of beach
or dusts and ashes of skulls and bones
I cannot tell whether this water quenching my thirst
is fresh spring fountain or blood
I cannot tell if this steps of mountain
are polished stairs or traps laid for blind
I wipe my eyes
but they burn instead, blinding me further
I wait for my judgement
in the dark, deathly quiet silence.
5.19.2022
allow me to rise to the challenges I must face
allow me to protect those that I cherish
allow me the wisdom to discern principles
allow me the intellect to discover solutions
allow me the strength to build a change
allow me to love in every moment
5.18.2022
Ralph with Coffee 
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