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: July 2024
Listen.
You are the only one
who hears the inner voice.
Sometimes it is a whisper,
occasionally a scream, at times
you struggle with all that it means.
What is it telling you?
07/28/2024 j.g.l.
Posted on July 27, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
simplicity
not achieved
by trying
too hard
breathe
© 2020 j.g. lewis
Posted on July 26, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Without thinking, worry, or
day-by-day distractions, by
permitting the mind to go
wherever it wanders,
wherever it goes,
you end up in the present.
You can find yourself in art
as easily as you can lose your self.
The dichotomy of discovery
requires little direction; you don’t
even have to pay attention.
Simply be.
07/26/2024 j.g.l.
