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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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.
j.g.l.
