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I learned today
that my shadow was actually another person.
he had another thoughts, another feelings,
another memories, and another hopes.
we’ve seen the same things, met same people
but we differ in how we see the world.
now is the time for dialogues
I wonder if he will forgive me.
6.1.2023
walking across a park,
I noticed a deer just standing.
I stared at her, and she stared back.
The deer walked towards me
slowly, smoothly, and silently.
I stood still,
even though I could reach her.
The deer peered into my eyes.
We stood there for a moment,
before she turned,
and started to walk away.
I turned,
wondering what could have been,
had I reached out to her.
5.31.2023
sometimes
I do fall for an all-nighter fun
how do I learn
not to do this again?
I wonder
how I can grow up.
5.30.2023
it’s intangible
but I think
what goes
comes around.
give for others,
and rest will follow.
do not worry,
as long as
you walk the right way
the rest will follow.
look forward,
not backward
or sideways.
we will meet
at the end.
5.29.2023
a large white curtain
ballooned large
like a lady’s dress
as the wind blew
through the window.
it flapped leisurely
and deflated;
then it ballooned again,
making another wave
like a leisurely flap
of a giant whale’s tail.
I don’t know why,
but I felt it told me most clearly
what the world’s beauty is
on this normal summer day.
5.28.2023
I had doubted before,
but now I am starting to believe
in imagination.
a world that appeared
like a giant wall of mountains,
I flew over it over an afternoon nap.
from an ice-cold fjord
to a vast dry desert,
from a leisurely relaxed sunset view
to a shadowed corner in concrete jungle,
from ever-lasting solitude
to transcendental meeting of a soulmate,
all were possible.
so let me give it a try again.
and believe in imagination.
5.27.2023
one by one
we put one foot after another
through a fog so thick
we hope we’ll see the end one day
and that it will match our imaginations,
now our private hope for the future.
put up a favorite shot.
désir for the punchline.
5.26.223
when the sun shines,
when the air is clean,
when it is quiet,
I feel good.
when I do what I want
whenever and wherever I want
and it works
I feel good.
because this doesn’t happen often,
because this isn’t guaranteed,
even though I know feeling good
doesn’t good any good,
I feel good.
5.25.2023
it’s a small plastic bag of sour jellies
that brings me so much soft comfort
I can look over sharper pieces on the street.
It’s a fading smooth mango sunset
that brings sweetness to my eyes
I can look through the darkness.
once in a while,
I look at the small things
to walk this walk.
5.24.2023
Yes, we can.
We can take whatever comes our way,
and make it into a song
that we will be proud of.
Yes, we can.
even as people and places peel away
like ocean waves, summer rain, and
petals of sunflowers,
we can dance to our anthem.
Yes, we can.
as the sun sets and darkness dawns,
we can hold onto our inner flames,
and march through this long tunnel,
to meet again at the oasis.
5.23.2023
Ralph with Coffee 
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