Secrets are rarely as heavy as
the weight we assign to them.
The gravity of circumspect
plays out, time and again. It is
what we carry as we decide
what crosses, or is held within,
our moral divide.
Sit with it for a while, moved
only when memory comes into
play; last night, or the other, or
any other day.
09/05/2024 j.g.l.
When you are not ready to say
all you need to say, you remain
unable to feel all you are
meant to feel.
Joy, relief, compassion,
beliefs, unobtainable all in the
truest sense. Your solitude, like
a sin, stays locked inside.
Unbidden, personal inquisition
only you can reply to, abiding
precious time.
09/03/2024 j.g.l.
Treat others
as you would
treat yourself.
Share when you can.
Kindness has no season,
but is best served
with appreciation.
Gratitude does not
need a reason, but
the taste will last
a very long time.
Be thankful.
09/02/2024 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.
We are here daily, in the
moment and on the move.
Flesh and bone, indeed, it is
what people see, but what is
beyond our weight and mass
is what truly counts.
Our morals, ethics, ideas,
obsessions, and decisions,
guide us and control us.
How we react, and what we
dream, our attitude, response,
and how it seems, are purely
functions of the mind.
We think all the time.
What we wear, how we care,
where we go, even what we
choose to know, all take
thought.
It’s not something someone
else can do for you,
there is nothing anyone else
can do to help you
think your way through.
We are our thoughts.
Make them good.
Make them count.
Make them meaningful.
©2017 j.g. lewis
©2017 j.g. lewis
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.