I start this journal knowing that all I can ever write is worth very little—is worth even nothing perhaps. If one is to compare what one has arrived at, with who and what GOD is coupled with the MYSTERY that envelops all – one is a long way off.

I looked within though for a few seconds today and realized that even though words are “nothing”— they can carry a little weight—when pressed down by what I have seen—I guess, by what each individual has seen in this world.

I have seen nothing but WORDS —

I have nothing except my own vision, my own space and time. I have nothing other than those little openings with which I can grasp life as it glides away.

I will write because this is my gift…to give names and wipe off a little the dust that has gathered on the years which have passed for me.

It is my way of searching out the roads I am destined to take.. I have nothing else and so I must trust. I must be brave because I will NOT have all the words I would be needing…

To accept surprises would be a great adventure and I squint at the SUN shining upon shadows drawn from its blinding light…

Against the SUN—all is probably shadows.