come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
Sway a little, twist a whistle,
Groove in rhythm, beating a drum.
Bum-da-dum, and here I am.
Dum-da-dum, here we go.
Look into my eyes and see the sky,
glimpse of your soul in the darkest hour,
rising again with a golden sunlight
ever so bright with warmth of delight.
Hum-ho, let’s get going,
Hum-hum-ho, here we go!
2.15.2026
I guess this is the end.
The wind in the hair,
the soft breathing of sunset,
the tight lips that arched
into a bittersweet smile.
It’s alright, kid.
Don’t worry about it.
I enjoyed this ride.
Go on, go on.
I am alright.
March on, on you go.
It’s going to be alright.
7.3.2025
Like a wall of ice against a glowing sun,
a memory deeply buried in the back of the mind emerges.
Between what is appropriate and what isn’t,
I hesitated and regurgitated my words.
And then miscommunication and misunderstanding ensued,
Until I had to straighten it out and realize
that eventually, the life converges to an end.
So let me at least just say: hi.
6.24.2025
when the window opened wide
and the eternally dark room
suddenly exploded in white light,
my eyes were briefly consumed
tears welled up, and fell off my eyes.
I sat, blinked a few times,
I stood up, stared at the sun
The day has already begun.
2.9.2024
그의 눈은 그리 말하고 있었다 –
‘나는 알아 그 누가 뭐래도
내가 무엇을 해냈는지’ –
조용하게 또는 뜨겁게
그의 눈은 새까만 태양이었다.
1.10.2024
do not despair my dear
don’t you see
the sun is shining for you
the ocean waves at you
if you listen carefully
you’ll see the world loves you.
11.17.2023
every day, I am hoping,
wishing for a miracle.
in the ocean of sand grains,
I yearn to become the one.
one that is picked up,
one who is loved,
one who knows the truth.
saved from calamities.
then I saw the sun.
ever-shining sun.
it was beautiful.
I am immersed in
its repetitive motions,
and all of its colors.
And so did a smile
on my lips
as I woke up again
in the morning.
9.23.2023
I remember the four seasons in that house.
in the summer, I can see the dark blue sky
through a sun window tilted diagonally.
I’d lay on the bed, reading William Matthews.
in the fall, I can pick a dried brown leaf
of a chestnut tree & make a wish
for a magical season to begin.
in the winter, I can see the back yard,
now piling up with thick, soft snow,
through kitchen window
as I wash bowls that had dumpling soups.
in the spring, I would stare at sunset,
glistening in a silent glorious opera
through budding green tree leaves
as I finish packing boxes.
the squeaking sound of wooden floors,
the table of vynil record player,
and the bottle of wine.
I remember the scent of the moment.
5.12.2023
there is a hope
like a lone star in the vast dark sky.
shining weakly, but assuredly.
darkness overwhelms the world
and it feels as thought the light is weak.
but who knows,
gradually, sun may rise over the horizon
and bring the light to the world.
2.14.2023
let us sweat when we can;
build the work that may go unseen
help that may not be reciprocated
though there are many sweets and beauts
I know who I am; and what I am called to:
the reason to raise the body from the ground
the joy in the hustle with fellow companions
and appreciation of small things
such as the whistle of a bird
amongst breezy autumn forest
glorious descent of graceful sun through horizon
I am humbly thankful for these graces.
9.19.2022
Ralph with Coffee 
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