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 . . .

Mondays are just young Fridays

Week to week our priorities often change, with or without dedicated thought or demanded intention. In hindsight, you recognize it simply happens.

   What you did or didn’t do last week (or the one before) has only as much significance as you award it.

   Sure, plans are made, dates are changed, and personal situations are altered in an effort to accomplish or further an ambition or desire that may (or may not) be obviously less important now than it was then.

   But when did it change? Or why?

   Or was it you who, after slight thought or idle consideration, determined the truth you were seeking is not as important as what is now, anyhow? 

   So, while plans change, certain ideas are likely to remain that might be better left for another day.

 

06/24/2024                                                                                                            j.g.l.

subtle details

It is just a moment.

   It’s one of the many moments you will experience throughout the day, if you take the time to notice.

   We move too fast, too often, in our daily life. The places we must go and tasks we must perform — or obligations we are committed to —  tend to overwhelm us. 

   We are ever-conscious of our required duties, but less observant of life as it passes by.

   Take a moment or two, here and there, throughout the day to observe the subtle details. Ignore the demands and observe a few of the little things that may seem unimportant at the time but bring about a small sense of self.

   It is mindful meditation in the simplest form, but it will provide a small shred of balance to this busy life.

   Stop, just for a moment, and look.

   Feel the simple satisfaction that comes with knowing where you are.

 

06/20/2024                                                                                              j.g.l.

06/19/2024

be gentle with your self

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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Blended With The Heavens

Posted on May 29, 2021 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

I’m not sure I can kneel down before you, or
give in to your power. Not like before.
A situation such that I am unsure whom or what
I can trust, let alone myself. Still I look up.
Here I stand, pockets full of dust, starry eyes
gazing through the ozone. Toxins leech freely
into the atmosphere. Degradation of the night sky
deprives us of opportunity to see
what we once believed. You are there.
See me for what I am as I try to listen
through misaligned radio frequencies.
I cannot know where you have been.
You hide. It is your way.
My hands are not big enough
to grasp the message.
I’m not looking for the sky to save me, nor
am I waiting for the time to be right. I need
to go home now and find what is so far away.
I’ve lost my balance.
I’m losing my fear of heights.

Equality may never be, the darkness and bright
allow us only to see what we want, not what
we could have been. A level of light is expected,
my immeasurable impatience is being taunted.
However you look at it, whether you believe
in you, or believe me, this poetic justice
is all I have known. Your shadow remains
blended with the heavens. A starry night
will not dissuade your presence
in the lives you alter, or the ones you destroy.
Yet, in this moment, I know I would try again.
How could I not?
The option of a moonless night
is more of what I have been living, than how I
want to live. Between particles of unknown origin
in an ever-increasing pool of light pollution, space
junk, and refracted thought of a thousand
nameless faceless constellations,
you are still there.
I’m not looking for the sky to save me.

 

© 2016 j.g. lewis

 

 

© 2016 j.g. lewis

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