Mythos & Marginalia

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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 . . .

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Vision obscured by common occurrence,

perhaps appearing disparate today, yet 

always hope for an alternate perspective.

    Hardly a coincidence, isolation may 

principally compound its influence or 

allow you to seek a different viewpoint.

Take notice, observation provides clarity.


05/21/2024                                                                                      j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays

There.

 

Sit, quietly and comfortably, where you are.

 

Acknowledge the gradient nature of progress as it happens with the shades of past days inflecting a presence we don’t often respect.

 

Take your time.

 

Feel. Where you are.

 

At the intersection of faith and contentment you will gradually find your way.

 

Think about it.

 

Set your intentions.

 

Now rise, slowly and purposefully.

 

Look up, not only with your eyes but with your neck engaged in mindful movement.

 

Release the stiffness in your bones, allow energy to radiate from the spaces between.

 

Let the weight on your shoulders dissipate as you allow the arms to simply hang as if they are not even there.

 

Inhale. Exhale.

 

Each breath is as important as the next.

 

Breathe.

 

Exercise thankfulness, first and foremost to your self and the effort you have just expended.

 

Hold that thought.

 

You have already begun to experience the day.

 

Gratitude will follow with your next steps.

 

Share that feeling.

 

Enjoy this day.

 

 

 

05/20/2024                                                                        j.g.l.

cloud songs

      As it is and will be 
for the foreseeable future, there is 
only what remains behind the disguise.
   As natural as it has been, as
   astonishing as it occasionally seems, 
   we can only hope it will get better.
     Why is it we allow optimism 
     to dislimn all that is?
          Hope casts a lengthy shadow.
 

05/17/2024                                                                                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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Where Is Here

Posted on November 26, 2022 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

In any language, a scream is a scream,

a cry is a cry, and a tear

a tear.

At a sidewalk café or concert hall,

laughter should be laughter, and music

should be heard. In a civilized nation,

life should be lived without fear,

and with the freedom

to enjoy simple pleasures,

to give, and to love, as we do.

 

Think not of them, idealistically, but

of you and of me. Life, and our

civil lives,

now compressed to fight or flight.

In any language, on any night,

thoughts remain

bursting with pain, the

shadow of terrorism rising

again. In every country, our hearts

have been crushed.

 

Restless night, clouded by sorrow and

the news. The images, and views,

the questions,

the why, and why there. Again,

why? Knowing, without question,

it could be anywhere. The streets are

not safe, not tonight, in any country.

Where is here. You cannot see, or

comprehend inhumanity. Not on

that scale, or of that type.

 

In every language, evil lurks, unexpectedly

displaying its brutal cowardice. We cannot

be shocked,

for it happens, on so many levels,

in so many countries, to many people

on too many streets. Blood is blood.

Knives at home, elsewhere guns

or worse. We see it. We know it.

Yet, on a global scale, our minds

are numb.

 

Hatred begets violence, justice benign

against those who chose to

use themselves

as weapons of destruction. We

are not safe, not there, not here.

These damaged souls believe

in what they believe; wholly

and without question.

If there is no understanding,

there is only resistance.

 

Prayers, or a hymn, cannot be offered to

unbelievers, for they will not, or chose not,

to listen.

Guided by spirits, their Gods, and dictators

who know nothing but this atrocious devotion

to another type of mankind. Historically

and now, they cannot know love

or recognize the value of

a human life. For they

cannot be human.

 

Grieving, raging, and still, beneath our

confusion, above our cries for revenge

or retribution,

lies a love, unpronounced but unfolding.

A heartbeat, sympathies and empathy

to the powerless struggles,

in every language. We, as a civilization,

in any nation, must stand

united in our sense of humanity,

and do so with a fortified will.

 

We must continue believing in love,

and hope, charity, and trust,

and peace.

Right now, however, there is so little

to those words. We must have faith,

in what we believe, in every heart,

in every body. Difficult to imagine,

but we must. To deny

this resurgence of compassion

is to give in to all this terror stands for.

 © 2015 j.g. lewis

 

 

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