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.
Month: June 2016
What if we woke
and time or distance
was not
relative, as if
then was now,
here was there, and
you could see
or be anything?
If you rose to a dream
or a scene, what if
or what now would you do?
When you wake
as you should,
tell me what then,
if you could.
j.g.l.
may your spirit
find peace
and your mind
receive the clarity due
with gentle thoughts
guiding you
through days
when clouds encroach
on your sky
and trees cannot offer
the comfort
of a shadow
reach out for the light
reach up
and find
your own sunshine
let it burn for all
your hopes and with
all your strength
and stillness
om shanti
j.g.l.
