Wherever you are, I am wishing you love.
Sitting in a wooden arm chair next to a window,
basking in the orange rouge sunset light,
or dancing in the midst of chaotic ocean of humans,
I see you.
I am sending you love and warmth.
12.18.2025
come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
The rain trickled down
soaking the hardened road.
Many had walked on the path
and some stopped and lingered.
After years,
no one walked on the road anymore.
One day, a bulldozer dug up the road
A new building was built on top of where it laid.
Did any of it meant anything?
Those people who walked by
and the road that withstood everyone walking over it?
I’d like to believe so.
And I’d like to remember it all.
12.16.2025
Taste is cold.
You eat what you find pleasurable.
You spit what tastes bitter.
But have you thought about
what it is like to taste bitter to others?
We all want to be accepted — to bring pleasure to others.
Even if yourself tastes acerbic to others,
if you were to taste someone caustic,
you wouldn’t hesitate to spit them out
even as you beg for others to accept yourself.
So, taste is cold, I think.
But a part of me also hopes
that it is a guide through a narrow path
for us to ultimately reach what we’ve all been truly wanted.
12.15.2025
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
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
Honesty feels further from the reach
when shame and guilt weigh down the shoulders.
The whispers and the glimpses of slit eyes
weaves the sticky layers for entrapment.
But honesty is the bitter pill to bite.
To exist itself is hard enough already.
You have tried something.
Fighting the battle itself is already an accomplishment.
If you’ve been true in your heart
of what you wished for under the moonlight,
you will find the way
even in the midst of ashes.
12.9.2025
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
If we see red lights flashing about
perhaps it’s the time we look back
and hear the stories of those inside
who have been silenced and numbed
set aside out of fear and exhaustion.
As you start to read out their stories,
they will feel heard and validated.
Perhaps then, and only then
we can move forward with clarity.
12.3.2025
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