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: January 2018
Do you travel freely
from one mental state
to another?
Without compromise,
or contempt for
a momentary lapse
of judgement,
can you honestly say
you woke this morning
without motive?
01/04/2018 j.g.l.
Posted on January 3, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Sixteen times per minute,
twenty-two thousand breaths
in a day. No time
like the present.
There are no other excuses, but
there are always other ways.
Breathe. Choose today
to speak up when you can,
push out the latent sorrow,
guilt, and anguish
only you can understand.
Inhale. There is no life, no
oxygen, like this day. Despite
our selected perceptions,
there is not a
single breath to waste.
©2018 j.g. lewis
Posted on January 2, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
How do we listen
above all the voices?
What provides the light
allowing us to see choices?
We might have to look closer
at what captures our sight.
It comes with the silence,
it arrives with the night.
01/02/2018 j.g.l.
