Looking out of my bedroom window, I saw the city moving.I went back to sleep.

Where is Heaven?Is it up there, way beyond those big old trees?Haunting, taunting and beckoning mebetween the flora of whispering leaves.

Random thoughts escape me.The beauty of life...it's all random.It's a riddle that very few get.What was I saying?Oh. Random thoughts escape me.

Blurred.Time and Space.What is it really?Where is it really?Somehow, I have lost track of it all.Blurred.

Somewhere between the beginning and the end, there is a life worth living.

Love is forever. It is undeniable. It is all forgiving. It is the purest of all gifts from God. Love. It is the best of everything I am.

Is it my reflection I see in this murky, slimy pond, or is it the murky, slimy, pond that sees my reflection?

I wonder if I just sit still...still enough in this beautiful garden, if my soul will blossom or wither away?

Somewhere at the end of the winding road before me, "I see light at the end of the tunnel," ceases to be a metaphor.