come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
although I know rock falls from above
and scissors pierce through a clothing,
i learned one thing
that life cannot be bound by iron shackles.
may you find a window to your soul
through an eye contact,
a memo of stranger,
or a prayer.
2.16.2023
in all you do, think, and say,
may you embrace kindness, generosity,
and righteousness.
let each action and thought
weave connections of hearts,
embraced in gratitude and respect.
may there be peace in your heart and mind
for a long journey into the unknown.
2.15.2023
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
I just want to hold you
sitting on the hill of green grasses
watching the warm orange sunset
through the lofty clouds over the sky
living a life of a sweet story
over and over, day after day
slow dancing to our rhythms
embraced in the sweet spring air
and softly, smoothly, fall in sleep together.
honestly, that’s what I want.
2.13.2023
how do you know you are burning
when you are feeling cold inside?
how do you know you are wearing out
when your time is running out?
how do you know you are in love,
when the heart is aching so much?
how do you know you are lonely
when you are numbed by so much pain?
reflect.
look inside.
yes, it’s hard.
but try.
2.12.2023
I sometimes right pompous words.
I talk grand and smart.
but in the end,
I wanted to be seen and appreciated.
to be acknowledged for the work I have done
and get a light pat on the back,
telling myself I have done a good work.
thank you for giving me the attention.
thank you for words of encouragements.
thank you for sharing your thoughts.
I see your warmth, your kindness, and goodness.
I realize I’ve been basking in your good mood.
I appreciate our connectedness
and I wish you well.
2.11.2023
layers of thoughts, conversations
over time builds up their own sediments
muddies the mind towards the end of the day
‘strike the iron while it’s hot’, they say
it’s another reminder
that our days are numbered
whatever you do,
to sleep, to play, or to work,
give it your best.
before you go to rest.
2.10.2023
when I woke up,
I had a fragment of a memory
as if something had blown up
“what have I done?” was my inquiry
I recall:
some words spilled out.
nonchalant, I thought.
but they were explosive,
at least to those around.
how words trace back to the lips
like dark footsteps in white snow
how dangerous those words can be
like black ice, biding its time for revenge
2.9.2023
a serendipitous ride:
everything is first time.
no chance for doubts.
no time for fear.
into the unknown, I go.
2.8.2023
stars aligned.
ramblings stopped.
I saw clearly.
no more second takes.
it’s time to live.
2.7.2023
Ralph with Coffee 
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