What gets left behind
with our unmade minds
forever rushing?
What do we leave behind
if we did not take the
the time to notice?
What is no longer mine
because neither you nor I
could take our time?
12/02/2024 j.g.l.
look around
Be thankful
for what you have, for
what you have to let go of,
and for those who are still
with you. Gratitude comes
in many forms. Look around.
Be thankful.
j.g.l.
cloud songs
It is only silence and only
for now, a minute or three
but who is counting?
Enough, for now.
Slight Repose, a little grace,
enough until you have
found your place. Might be
morning, or the end of the day,
yet it is time to yourself anyway.
For now.
11/29/2024 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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If I had all the answers,
I would have to know
every question.
If you know
each question,
it leaves little room
for curiosity.
Without curiosity,
there is nothing left
to ask?
We learn by asking,
we live by learning.
We question,
and then question
each answer. Every
time.
Time itself provides
questions, and the
answers are not
always there. So we
keep asking, or waiting
for the answers.
Keep questioning
the how and why, and
the when, and who;
always mindful that
some questions are
not worth asking.
If you ask the question
you must be prepared
for the answer.
I do not have all
the answers, and still
have so many
questions. There is
so much to learn, and
so much to live.
The more you know,
the more you grow.
j.g.l.
