Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all

j.g. lewis

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A thought du jour, my daily breath includes collected and conceived observations, questions of life, fortune cookie philosophies, reminders, messages of peace and simplicity, unsolicited advice, inspirations, quotes and words that got me thinking. They may get you thinking too . . .

cloud songs

    Kismet, naturally or unexpectedly,
holds sway on this or any other day.
       If we choose to notice.
       If we permit ourselves to linger
a moment or three in a transitive state 
between elements of darkness and bright, 
           morning quells emotions and
   disruptive thoughts we once embraced.

03/26/2024                                                                                     j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays

Dented, bruised, scuffed up and circumstantial, the imperfections are obvious.
   It goes past superficial.
   Seeking more than a cover-up, healing is necessary.
   Hope is less than present but needed, so I try to do what I need to do. Each attempt to repair the damage that is done — the day-in-day out flaws that have become ingrained in my psyche — is another step.
   It takes effort. It takes encouragement, and it takes understanding even if I can’t completely comprehend the history that led up to the marks on the façade.
   I need to do the work.
   At times trying is the best I can do when I know I want to do better.

03/25/2024                                                                                                  j.g.l.

the weather still

‘When’ is a question greater than ‘why’.
   Important it is to know ‘when’ something will happen, rather than ‘what’ or ‘where’, because ‘when’ always involves a wait (that’s ‘when’ the ‘why’ kicks in).
   Our patience is tested.
   ‘When will we get there’ or ‘when is it time’? Both questions of our youth, at least, questions of mine.
   Spring has arrived, but ‘when’ will it come? The weather still indicates winter is hardly done.
   How can we wait, or ‘why’ is it we must? You might only find the answers ‘when’ you are ready to trust.

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other times
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Posted on August 26, 2016 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

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    The calm arrives.
          It just arrives.
You cannot force it,
nor speculate
when it will return,
or why.
     The calm arrives.
  You don’t notice it,
                   and then
it is right there.
                                                         j.g.l.

 

cloud songs

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    The Moon
humbly acknowledges
     its place in your sky.

Night’s soft glow
preaches to
               a gentle dawn,
                            neither
   black or white,
   the space between
sleep and silence.
   A breath, or the wind,
    wishes soft thoughts
     and
           greater strength.

          Wake up
                      and dream.
                                                  j.g.l.

 

Quiet Desperation

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The night asks
what has become
of your time and voice,
now barely a whisper
amidst this atmosphere of
deceit and quiet desperation.
Where are you
with your personal evolution?
Have you observed
incremental changes as you
liquidate memory
and emotion?
The night demands
greater attention to
the present and past
predicaments.
Do you stay awake
to even attempt an
answer to this confusion?
                                              j.g.l.

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