come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
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
it’s painful sometimes,
but it’s worth the notice;
our own shortcomings.
simple and honest is the fastest;
and I yearn to stare at the clock,
instead of regret, with hope.
5.22.2023
Let’s talk lightly;
there’s no need
to put on a serious face.
If it is indeed a grave topic,
we’d know in private space
the true weight of the burden.
Even so, let’s talk lightly.
Let our fleeting moment
be as pleasant as the spring breeze.
We won’t hold on to the past
but rather glide on our flow.
5.20.2023
let’s go slow and steady
we don’t need to rush
all the kicks and thrills
evaporated under the sun.
to truly transform
let us go slow and steady
5.19.2023
it’s frustrating sometimes,
even the frustration itself is frustrating.
when you are not focused on
what you want to be focused
but instead get distracted by other things.
yearning to be comfortable
yearning to be fit
we may find something in between
to live, as if all things are natural.
5.18.2023
this fleeting moment
nothing is permanent
rather than what’s visible
it’s the invisible that lasts longer.
for example:
the soft warmth wrapped by lazy summer sunset
the silky softness summer breeze carries
the quiet steadiness a resolved heart feels.
do not cry;
rather smile.
remember to keep your playful heart
without looking away from the lions.
5.17.2023
as if to ravish all that is free
a whirlwind of thoughts
craves for a cheap thrill.
to be free of it at all
a slow gradual plan is called for.
the source of the vacuum is
lack of joy, friendship, and purpose.
to find them:
run towards what you are afraid of.
let go of selfishness.
and do what feels the most right thing to do.
it’s rather short, this life.
worry less of dollar games.
worry more of human touches.
offer your best effort to the world.
sing a song of childhood when you feel down.
you are remembered.
but also you won’t be remembered.
may your world be
filled with warmth and softness
in times of the light
in times of the dark.
5.15.2023
when we are close
in silence
you know
and I know
what we are thinking.
to note each body language
requires too many words;
rather, it’s ‘je ne sais quoi.’
no words needed;
yet your soul
and my soul
were warm
for albeit a brief moment.
farewell.
may your path illuminate in darkness.
5.14.2023
no words are needed
for those who know
for those who act
for those who believe.
no emotion, persuasion
exceeds the experience itself.
5.13.2023
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
Ralph with Coffee 
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