come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
Upon encountering a sparkling light
I’ve come to face what had been hidden
under my blind spot.
A large black dog sat warily.
Unable to decide to bark or to wag its tail
it quietly sat there, staring with its dark eyes.
I sat down and stretch my hand to it.
One day, I hope to go on a walk to the park with it.
3.25.2026
One by one, we started to sit around a rectangular wooden table.
Through a glass window the sun laid its lazy sun ray over the table.
A glass jar of ice water glistened with sparkling sunlight
One by one, dishes arrived on black ceramic plates.
Aroma of olive oil, plump cheese, and fresh tomato filled the table.
Steel knives and forks clicked and clacked
a silently appreciation of deliciousness filled the air.
Then a burst of laughter here,
and a flash of smile there,
and in harmony, we breathed together.
As the sun kissed the horizon,
we wiped our table, gave thanks,
and one by one left the table,
full in soul and belly.
Yes, the night is coming.
We may never go back to where we were.
We may not see each other again.
So while the sun glistened,
we rejoiced, embraced, and celebrated together.
As we said goodbyes,
as if we would meet tomorrow,
we knew this was a good story
to carry through the unknown.
3.22.2026
To have the strength and resilience
to face the eternal familiarity with a new angle
to ignite with warmth and joy,
and to stay with each thought prudently and diligently.
To have the backbone strength to withstand setbacks
and a humble heart to appreciate the granular gifts.
To stare at the glorious yearning for greatness
and keep its warmth till the final moment.
To be honest even at the face of hurt, embarrassment, and ostracism.
I yearn for these as I lay my head to the ground
hoping to forgive my shortcomings,
to encourage for the days to come,
and to honor the memories of those who shared their souls with me.
3.21.2026
A golden sunlight slid through window sill.
A door creaked open into the hall way.
White light shines upon the kitchen
and over the huddled houses, crows flew in flock.
A hot water streamed from faucet,
filling the room with steam.
And I blinked.
Then rushed in the memories and emotions
of all the possibilities of the past, present, and future.
Hold it together — and I knew
every awaking moment counted
engraved into the memory
and to know the truth from the falsity.
3.20.2026
Like a bright sunlight,
two eyes of an owl glistened.
And I pondered upon the narrow path laid underneath.
A cold breeze washed away the bodily warmth
and I was reminded how fickle was the title.
And when I implored,
the song of the cells kept singing
for the promise of the brighter, warmer future.
And that kept my heart warm.
3.16.2026
What does it take to walk the line
between inflaming into fiery rage
and sinking into bottomless abyss
when I am faced with injustice?
What does it take to “love thy neighbor”
if the mob is gobbling up everything in its way
taking the innocence, the peace, and the fairness with it
and no one’s there to witness your martyrdom?
What does it take to heal after the unfairness?
Distraction, destruction, or depression
does not appear to be the path forward.
How does one continue to move from it?
The answer, one that I can find for now,
is to move on. Continue with the path you’ve been on.
Make sure you reach your goal.
The tedious chatter will fall away
and the recognition will naturally follow.
And remember: watch what comes out of your heart. Not for others, but for your own sake.
3.12.2026
A jogger in white nylon shirt and short black pants passed by.
I thought I caught a glimpse of the jogger
side-eyeing me.
After a few blocks of walking,
I have come across the jogger again.
What kind of life would it had been
had I struck up a chat?
Would we have been disappointed
by the disillusionment of what we thought of each other
based off of our looks and vibes?
Or would we have hit it off
marching into the unknown territory?
Would we have tolerated our differences,
or would we hav passive-aggressively scoffed
and jogged away
Sharing a new gossip
with close circles idly sitting back at home?
3.10.2026
Warm and bright, white light filled the universe
As much as my eyes could embrace the world,
each molecule bursted into golden kaleidoscope of the sun
you were eternally smiling, filled with innocent joy and love
with your eyes, imploring to join you in your song.
Levitating, swooning and swirling in smooth and sweet melody,
we walked the path ever so bright and fearless.
3.9.2026
What can save this soul,
so drenched in the invisible fire,
yearning for quenching solution,
wading in the body of water so abundant?
Thus, it’s named shame,
which ignites at the slightest offense,
alighting brightly the promenade of consciousness
so bright others could see it miles off.
Alas, a source of solace: communion.
In commiserations shared in nakedness,
we profess deepest thoughts and desires.
Reverberating in darkness, the long waited calm
dawns on the shoulders
like the crocheted navy blue blanket.
3.3.2026
Thought I was being smart
preparing for the unknown,
becoming better than yesterday,
well, becoming better *at being better than others* than yesterday.
Instead, holding onto its sharp edge
I wondered why this matters in the first place.
As I sat in the dark,
I thought of the meal I had shared on a Thursday evening.
It was just any other day.
It lasted only an hour or two,
but I vividly remember I was there.
And the words I have heard,
the stories that were told,
and the ideas that were exchanged
are not something I want to dismiss
as just a moment of reverie.
It mattered.
It has shown me something that mattered.
I choose to believe the reason lies in there,
to keep on holding on.
And to believe it will work out in the end.
2.28.2026
Ralph with Coffee 
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