Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all

j.g. lewis

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a daily breath...

A thought du jour, my daily breath includes collected and conceived observations, questions of life, fortune cookie philosophies, reminders, messages of peace and simplicity, unsolicited advice, inspirations, quotes and words that got me thinking. They may get you thinking too . . .

acts of clarity

Slow down: even with the ideas that come to quicky. Take the time to acknowledge the feelings that arrive, as they arrive.

 

Write it down. How else will you remember what you were thinking?

 

Print neatly. You hardly understand the thoughts at the time, why make it more difficult to comprehend weeks or years from now?

 

Follow your own logic; only you need to truly make sense of what is happening, or all that has happened.

 

Pay attention to the lessons of the past. Be mindful that not all are worth repeating.

 

Clarity. Make corrections as you go. Flaws become more difficult to correct the longer you live with them.

 

11/14/2024                                                                                                                  j.g.l.

November 11

cloud songs

             We exist, at times silently,

               comfortable in our invisibility.

 

                 Unnoticeably so.

 

             Unexplained. 

 

           We so know, or learn, when

                      it is time to speak up.

 

11/08/2024                                                                                                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.

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Through The Days

Posted on July 5, 2017 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

The flowers now bloom, even
on the graves. The severity of
the winter has passed.
Everything has blossomed again.
The birds sing, even in darkness,
because they can,
even on nights when
we cannot sleep.

A love of mine now destroyed,
even amid the beauty
of where we are, and
how we live, there is a sadness.
The birds sing, even as
the stars cry, everything seems right.
A summer’s night
and the flowers bloom.

Life is played, through the days. When
talking of the past, how far
do you want to go? Every detail,
every place, or struggle.
Things you one time wanted
to know. I think you should go.
The flowers still bloom. How often
do you think of that day?

How relevant is whatever it is,
to what is you? Now and
present. Just as we are comprised
of flesh and bone, and psyche,
the flowers still bloom. We water them
because everything has life,
but how do we care
for ourselves?

The birds sing, early, to remind of
another day. Our life, from the ground
up, is built on meaning,
moments, and relationships with
people and places. See what
is beautiful, remember what
is beautiful.
The flowers bloom.

©2013 j.g. lewis

 

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