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To listen to the story,
to offer a listening ear,
to share the burden in the heart
is a rare value we find in life.
To respect the other
regardless of the standards
and rooting for the other
without a need for evidence
is what I appreciate from a friend.
As I watch the crow’s feet growing deeper
in the eyes of the friend
I once knew from my childhood
I wonder what a blessing it was to have met such person.
12.20.2025
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
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
I caught a thread of voice,
one that hides in the shadow,
sneaking in times of chaos,
remaining tense for a moment for an outburst.
Stem of the thread was from the past.
“Don’t smile” the voice said, threateningly.
The hatred, the contempt, and the misplaced anger was what I could sense.
I remember the confusion at the moment,
as an assumption unfortunately started to arise
to inaccurately blame myself.
I want to reach out to the child who holds the stem,
and stand between him and the voice
to protect the child and deter the voice.
I’ll tell the child, “smile as much as you like”.
“Look, all there really is behind
the threatening voice is actually
a tiny mouse, trapped in a cage.”
“You deserve to be loved, respected, and understood.”
“Smile. You are loved.”
12.9.2025
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
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
Opening the black door,
I walked into fragments of the worlds I remembered.
As I traced my footsteps,
I noticed disconnections between each chapter.
With each fragmentation,
a part of myself was left behind,
along with the relationships I had then.
As I start to travel them back,
I feel heard. I no longer feel alone.
All those places, the weathers, the embraces, and the warmth,
they are with me in my heart.
11.26.2025
Like a warm and sweet perfume scent,
it keeps my heart warm.
Reminds me of why I started this journey.
It’s too tempting to remain where I was,
but the moon is rising
as the sun falls.
It was like a dream.
One I did not want to wake up from,
but one that eventually called my name
to wake up.
11.19.2025
Perhaps at the back of my mind,
I had slid one foot lingering in the back door
as we philosophized over “to love or to survive”.
Like a reflex against my naïveté,
words escaped my lips quicker their meanings.
After a long darkness stopped by
(long to experience, short to remember)
I returned to speculate:
that it is both the hands of the heart and the mind held together
that leads the dance of this life
peppers in living, with saltiness of surviving.
So, all of this is just to say
thank you for conversing with me that day
in the darkest time of that night
under the moonlight.
11.16.2025
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