Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all


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  • as it happens

    Shall we take notice of events not

    perceptibly evident amidst daily 

    crisis or chaos, yet nonetheless as 

    crucial to maintaining our balance.

       Not immediately immeasurable,

    growth happens on its own. Yes,

    conditions must be favourable, as 

    permitted, as it happens. It takes 

    little notice, yet you must. Try.

      Details; determination does not

    disrupt our days but will heighten

    our awareness. Mindfulness ever

    isolates intention, however slight.

       Evidence always, as if proof.

       Growth waits for when the time

    is right. Ardent speculation, even 

    mere anticipation, will not hasten 

    its pace. Growth will arrive in the 

    most certain, unpredictable ways.

  • acceptance

    We must remain vulnerable, in

    this uncomfortable environment,

    to the needs of those around us 

    and to ourselves.

       Sympathetic nature, beholden 

    to our ideals betwixt a climate of 

    anxiety, of angst and absolutism.

    Fundamentally shifting between

    the purchase polarity of the present, 

    acceptance of the past; the future 

    only knowing what holds us back.

       Decency rarely offered yet, we 

    accept what is there. How can we?

    Or; how have we settled for this?

  • enough


    Teased, we were, with a few days
    of warmth, optimism, enough to melt away
    most of winter’s remains.

    But then today, with plans in place,
    more unexpected snow or freezing rain.
    Will Spring not ever arrive?

    We need a break; we require the sun.
    We count on the seasons, yet we are shunned.
    Again. Enough is enough

    So, I will hang up my packsack, much to
    my dismay, and again leave my adventures for
    another day.


    j.g.l.
  • familiarity

    Ideas change, like

    the places, like the faces.

       Much like me; different, 

    each time the mirror

    looks back.          I can see

    lines on my face becoming

    deeper as the years progress,

    altering a view I only think

    I have witnessed 

              in the past.

       Do I see my father, or my

    mother in me? Familiarity.

    A resemblance; always

    meant to be.