where am i going?
the question often on my mind
my mind distracting me with its quest
its mindless quest to determine
to discern what's best, or better
- something different than this

this is bliss.
this is.
i love,
am love.

i'm moving - so what?
i'm stationary, too

the stationary upon which God writes
to me, and to you:

hey. how's it going? it's been a while.
did you forget? that's alright.
here I am;
here I will be always.
have fun! take care.
remember me, some times,
and maybe remember to write
yourself to Me.

so i will.
lick the glue of life
and seal this moment up tight
before consuming it,
postage paid,
drop it in the box and

continue