A shifting shadow, the curious
moon, drop of rain resting on a
gentle leaf, a song or sound
from a passing car, laughter
caught in the night’s slight
breeze. Exacting opportunities
like these just happen. Naturally.
Sometimes it’s the
simple things that inspire.
Be moved. All day you’ve been
waiting for this moment. Now.
Create when you can.
© 2018 j.g. lewis
I have never been this age before; that itself a reason for celebration
or concern. I suppose it depends on how you look at past days and years
and the many more to come. My mindset matters with all considerations
of what is going on nowadays with others as much as myself. Life is good.
Years ago, and I can’t specifically recall how many they were or how
many times, I wondered what it would be like when I was older.
I am now, but perhaps not as old as I thought, or as I expected, or
what I was thinking. What is old? What should it feel like? Why?
In a decade or so will I consider old to be what I am, or what I was?
What am if I do not question what I am, if not where I am, in the
grand scheme of life? It’s the way it should be, naturally or curiously,
as we question life and how we should be living. Shouldn’t we?
© 2024 j.g. lewis
We take tally of days, events, and milestones that matter;
even subconsciously. They matter, in time, or at the time.
Each stroke, each day, represents something monumental
in some way. We recall days, perhaps not as often as we
should, that leave an impression on our mind. People and
places influence our solitary path, especially when we feel
alone. The conscious kindness of others will brighten your
life cycle in periods when you need to shed greater light on
what we have lived through. No columns represent wins or
loses. Every single mark a subtle stanza of a never-ending
poem registering episodes of emotion. Over time, all of our
experiences add up to well-lived life. Swift as a heartbeat, the
sheer number of marks on the page is ever-humbling. We
are present through it all. Whatever stage you find yourself
in this journey, it is just as important to remember all of the
occasions and occurrences as it is to leave space for more.
© 2024 j.g. lewis
Emotions are the same in any language, yet
there will be incidents where you don’t understand.
Not for lack of trying.
Life lessons — if not history — have taught us nothing.
Humanity’s polarity persists past present boundaries
to points unknown, even unconsidered, even now.
Daily news, political views usurp common sense as
deterioration of human rights remain a plight
upon our soul’s landscape.
Where is dignity of diversity?
Why can’t we live together?
We can hypothesize, empathize, rationalize, or sympathise;
it takes an effort greater than what we exert.
Distractions hinder; not as much as they hurt.
This division by bloodline, gender, orientation, social status,
or nation is oft considered more a division
than what it needs to be.
We must try harder.
It is far more than you and me
Humility takes effort. Our attempts seem so unfulfilled,
detractions day-by-day of what we value most.
See the signs, be aware, we will only find resolution if
we dare to step beyond congenialities.
Each sole survivor in this human race will only survive
tests of time if we flavour our thoughts with grace and
understanding. A common mind.
Apathy has no place.
We must learn to love one another before we run out of time.
© 2024 j.g. lewis
Conscious clarity defines interpretation, enthusiastic
engagement with your surroundings modifies the obvious.
Reflections of prior knowledge clutter immediate impression
of the world surrounding you now. Look deeper.
Place yourself beyond all that appears to be, physically
even philosophically. Overlook the momentary minutiae.
Greater meaning manifests itself within nature’s solace.
Consolation is subtly internal in the infinite external.
© 2024 j.g. lewis