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

Hammer

Hammer the blisteringly hot iron

even as the peaceful breeze passes by.

Weeping willows lackadaisically sweeping side to side will wonder

what may have gotten in to you.

Keep your head down,

eyes focused on the glowing crimson ore.

Listen to your pumping heart,

and know that you are alive,

beating against the stillness.

10.15.2025

Design

To prevent the rain drop on your hair follicles,

to keep your saliva from drooling down your lips,

to protect you from falling down to the floor,

I, we, have designed a net to catch you.

To be ready, to be alert, and to be strong enough to withstand the hardship,

we have readied for this moment.

We will be with you.

10.13.2025

Warmth

Like a smile, it is bound to be ephemeral.

It is soft and fragile like a white tissue of paper.

As ephemeral as the sweet taste of the cotton candy

dissolves on the tip of a tongue,

it dissipates into the memory.

A cold winter may be ahead, but cherish this moment fully.

Embrace it, soak your senses in it, and bask in its glow.

Believe you will rise even if it rains.

Do not dwell at the shallow water. Go forth.

10.6.2025