How do we choose to travel?
What is reliable in the rain?
What is our ultimate destination,
for this time, this journey, or
this day?
We move at the speed of life.
Depending on traffic, others
may chose to follow your path,
but not your direction.
© 2021 j.g. lewis
A little cold, little wet,
a little tired and yet
I am here. Still,
full of wonder.
The morning chill leaves
little to the imagination
and much less
to hope for.
Expected, perhaps, as it
always is, this time, this
season is only what
we ask of it.
11/21/2024 j.g.l.
The answers are far less certain
than even last week, to all those
perennial questions or solutions
you might seek.
What do you believe, or
what do you believe in?
Come Monday, you have fewer
questions than you had last week.
For a while there are less doubts
in what you believe.
Whom do you believe in,
and who believes in you?
11/18/2024 j.g.l.
I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
Be still.
It doesn’t have to be long, just
a moment or a minute. Take
the time, a short break from
the everyday commotion and
confusion, to simply be still.
Our minds seem to be
working all the time, many days
they redline until bedtime.
At night, at times, it seems
to take hours to calm your self
and collect your thoughts.
Sometimes it doesn’t happen.
It’s important then to make
time during the day to
recalibrate your mind with a
short meditative break.
Focus on a flower, or gaze
up at the clouds, soak in the
birdsong, or shut your eyes
and think of nothing else.
In fact, don’t even think,
Just be.
Be still.
j.g.l.
I’m like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.