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: July 2018
We lay in
confrontation
of the present
unconditional
commitment
to stay within
the silent self,
breathing amidst
the dutiful noise
reminding us
we are alive.
Each of us
a revolutionary
creature of
habit and pain,
we do not notice
our liberation is
found in silent,
wholly authentic
assumptions
at 2:07.
Could it
be our respite?
j.g.l.
Posted on July 30, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Often, occasionally, sporadically,
even spontaneously,
I make mistakes.
They happen naturally:
a missed word or apostrophe,
my mind gets moving and
I fail to see the errs of my ways,
or errors throughout the day.
It is, or was, or has been
when I write or what I say.
Incidentally or accidentally,
it goes without saying,
but the fact remains
I make mistakes.
Every day.
We learn from our mishaps, or
should anyway, we try to
improve and continue
to count the ways. What we do
and how we behave
counts for a lot.
My eraser rubbed raw
by attempts and change,
I continue to make mistakes.
Forgive me please when
my thoughts go amiss, and
remember I am human amidst
this confusion or corruption
we all experience.
I make mistakes,
I may fail or fall,
yet remain myself, flaws and all.
07/30/2018 j.g.l.
Posted on July 29, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
“You don’t ask what a dance means.
You enjoy it. You don’t ask what
the world means. You enjoy it.
You don’t ask what you mean.
You enjoy it.”
-Joseph Campbell
Too often we look too diligently for the meaning of our pursuits or actions instead of simply enjoying where we are or who we are with. Don’t overthink, just enjoy and be grateful.
07/29/2018 j.g.l.
