Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all

j.g. lewis

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a daily breath...

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 . . .

Remembrance.

As it is, not
as we wish it to be.

You have days
to think back on,

and you do…

05/25/2023                                                                                           j.g.l.

always with the questions

Is what you do enough?
For who?
For you?
Self-doubt?
Self-love?
Self-centered?
Is it selfish to think mainly
of what I need to do for me,
myself, and I?
Why?
When will I find resolve to
my never-ending queries?
Will it be enough?
Do you still doubt?
Do you struggle with answers,
as much as the questions?
Can you decide?
Are you trying?
Is that enough?

05/23/2023                                                                                      j.g.l.

 

cloud songs

                          Library of memories;
      pages and paragraphs full of history
          and biography, essay or adventure.
                            Which story should I tell?
               Is it one you would well know or
                   a tale I still have no ending for?

05/16/2023                                                                                                j.g.l.

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.

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Posted on September 16, 2015 by j.g.lewis // 1 Comment

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It is the night when you dream,
the night when you hope, when
thoughts run rampant
and anything is possible.
Plots are hatched
and scenes run deep,
without conscious defense
from the practical
and unassailable reasoning
one must muster
in sundrenched days.
It is at night when you think
of those you love, or loved,
those who have left by death
or divorce or distraction.
There should be peace at night,
and rest should come easy.
If you can’t find that safety
or reassurance
beside the person who
shares your bed,
you won’t find satisfaction
with the thoughts
in your head.
You should be soothed by
the security of night’s darkness
and wake
with contentment
to the reality we call a day.
                                                                        j.g.l.

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How perfect this is. So glad at this moment that I read this. I was still up and here it was. Beautiful photos beautiful words. I like this place, thank you for sharing it.

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