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It’s the last dance that I remember the most.
When notebooks, clothes, and glasses change,
what I remember are the feeling, the thoughts, and the sceneries.
Like a candlelight in darkness, my memory is ingrained.
A breath becomes a word, a feeling, and a promise.
A knowing look pierces the core of unspoken thought.
A gesture unlocks the familiarity of countless moments.
Ephemeral, our moment is.
And we hold it without a regret,
brimming with hope, reverence, and gratitude.
1.10.2026
Artists recognizes an artist.
It’s the smell, texture, and the finger prints
left in their choice of words, silence, and gestures.
A way of viewing the another’s mind, the world, and the self.
The air reverberates in resonance
when an artist recognizes an artist.
1.9.2026
Don’t over complicate it.
Listen to the rhythm in your heart.
Watch the color of your face.
You can stop. And you can start to move.
Do what you feel is right.
There’s no guru.
1.8.2026
In spite of ever fleeting feelings,
remember the ones you are connected with.
Remember the history
and those who had lent you their hands.
When it’s time for you to reach out for others,
remember those who did for you too.
1.7.2026
I remember the crisp air, clear sunlight
elegantly, silently laying down on a balcony
of a wooden library deck through tree branches
as I sat still in a chair, staring up to the sky.
A sense of invigorating purpose
beaming within me resonated with the scene.
It is my wish that I will remember it all
as I march into a new chapter.
1.6.2026
Like a slime, time slides by in tides
Frightened by tight schedule,
one might make a mistake in spite
of all the efforts to avoid it.
Don’t be too hard on yourself,
others may forgive you as well.
Rather, seek to find your harmony
For the answer may be found within.
1.5.2026
Even if it may sound dumb
I will repeat it over and over
that I love you.
World may change,
people may change,
ideas may change,
but I still love you.
1.4.2026
As if to awake myself
just before falling into deep sleep,
I reached my hand out to grasp
the passing memories of the past.
The trees that reach out its branch like outstretched hands
still remained vividly in my memory
as I stared down at the old tree trunk
its rings stopped like a clock hands.
I pulled my gaze up
and started to walk towards the unknown horizon
knowing this moment of peace may not last
and it’s the fight against the time to reach the goal before it all ends.
1.3.2026
For now, this is what I can say.
When the old and the new spiral,
remember to keep your rhythm.
A few leaves may turn brown and fall,
but the trunk of a tree withstands the winter.
1.1.2026
March into the challenge once again
All those time we patiently waited
perhaps it’s for this moment.
Be safe,
give it all you’ve got.
12.31.2025
Ralph with Coffee 
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