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.
Month: March 2017
Without a decent night’s rest
you are unable to press out
the creases of all you’ve been
holding inside.
Take a moment to clear your
mind, and leave unfinished
thoughts for another time.
Better to try to wake up fresh,
than to make poor decisions
when you are not thinking
your best.
j.g.l.
Posted on March 18, 2017 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
How much time?
How would you know?
How will you recognize
when your thoughts
start to flow?
How would a well-rested mind
feel at the beginning
of the day,
can you tell when your
dreams have passed
along the way?
j.g.l.
I have never been to the Orient, or anywhere near that corner of the planet. Yet, with some frequent irregularity, there is a repeated scene in one of my regular infrequent dreams.
It is tranquil, a sea or large body of water, and yet the sound is not waves but a continual drip echoing into my psyche. It is too noisy to see past the place I’ve been to so many times before, but I can taste the silence.
It is only in my dreams. As much as it is relaxing, it is confusing because, apparently, we only dream of what we know and what we see in life
I’ve never been to the Orient, and this dream has become familiar enough that I may now recognize the lucidity of it all.
There is safety in this dream, and serenity. I crave both in my life. Maybe that is why I go there.
I go there often.
j.g.l.
