Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all


open space

  • coming your way

    Was yesterday 
             all it needed to be? 
    Will today be enough?
    You don’t have to decide 
    right now, you always 
    have time.              What 
          is coming your way?
    Is there ever enough time?
      Maybe you are not
          a morning person, but
         that shouldn’t stop you
    from appreciating sunrise.
    You’ll decide if it is enough, 
                     in your own time.

  • somewhere

    A sidewalk only takes you
    where you want to go. There is
    no preordained direction, it
    goes both ways and is available
    to anyone and their dog. Watch
    where you step, be conscious of
    puddles, and the stepping on the
    crack thing is wholly subjective.
    It’s totally up to you, which path
    you follow, or even if you want to
    walk on the grass. Exercise your
    rights, but, by all means, exercise.
    Move at your own speed, and
    please share the space; we are all
    going somewhere and the journey
    is far more enjoyable if everyone
    is respectful of everyone else.

    © 2018 j.g. lewis

  • with the season

    We all seem to be rushing 
    somewhere. The time goes
    so fast, and there never seems
    to be enough of it. 
    It comes with the season 
    and the obligations and 
    commitments we, many times, 
    bring upon ourselves.
    In the midst of the madness,
    find a moment or two for 
    stillness. Take a bit of time 
    to slow down.
    Do what you are doing with 
    more attention and greater 
    intention. 
    Clarity is accomplished at a
    reduced speed, with less 
    pressure, and more pleasure.

  • arbitrary illusions

    Daily we make up our lies with 
    pieces of the truth, indemnifying 
    ourselves from the current reality.
    Hesitancy takes time, various stages 
    of indecision come back to hinder.
    Arbitrary illusions provide a depth 
    only the imagination will grant. 
    Seize the moment, the inspiration, 
    in the obvious unaccounted for.
    Can you face up to the falsities?
    Time heals all wounds, but only if
    you loosen the bandages, only if
    you believe you have been hurt.

  • cloud songs

     Every day is practice
       for something larger,
               or more
                           specific.
      We go about the hours
      uncertain of anything,
          except the fact
                 we are here.
           It is as temporary
          as it is purposeful.
             Learn as you go.