Mythos & Marginalia

2015 – 2025: a decade of days

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  • season of peace

    Can we make peace with
    ourselves, with our neighbours
    or those we don’t know, of
    another culture or faith, even
    those feeling the effects of
    this harsh reality where
    hatred is spoken freely?

    Can we make peace by
    simply wishing, wanting, and
    waiting for the right time?
    Would we even recognize the
    time in the midst of all the
    horrors we continue to witness
    day to day to on this earth?

    Will we manifest peace in
    our hearts, in this world, in a
    merciless attempt to defy odds,
    to prove the naysayers wrong;
    even if only for the time we
    are even allowed to do so?

    Can this be a season of peace?
    Are there enough of us here who
    might do a little more today,
    are there enough of us who
    really believe in possibilities?
    Is this now the time for peace?

    12/01/2022                                                                             j.g.l.

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  • cloud songs

                      Direction uncertain,

                       destination unknown
       or definite

                   We share
                                                     the same sky.

                             Look up,
        know where you are,

           if only for a moment.

                               If only for your self.

    11/24/2022                                                                                                                                                      j.g.l.

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  • unencumbered thought

    Take what is there, observe the
    confluence of ideas, the merge of
    unexpected honesty with the
    reality you gaze at.
    Unencumbered thought is simply
    too easy to ignore, yet we put off
    decisions we need to make all
    too frequently.
    We don’t question our behaviour.
    We wait for conclusions to be
    made for us, thinking it easier to
    simply go with the flow. In doing
    so, we avoid what is right in front
    of us. We look no further.
    Observe what is there; do with it
    what you may. Discover the true
    consequences of your own actions.

    11/22/2022                                                                                             j.g.l.

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  • Wicked Winters

    The hints of winter remind us what is to come: snow squalls, icy storms, those horrendous wind chills and descending temperatures.
       We can only imagine what is ahead of us, our fears augmented by seasonal memories of the coldest nights, frostbitten fingers, slipping and slipping on highways, and slip and falls on neglected sidewalks.
       Our minds can go way back in time documenting wicked winters, but we still must think of the present, and the future, and the vulnerable. The unhoused and the hungry will struggle with what is ahead: the birds and the people.
       Is it within our humanity to find simple charity, a gesture in kind, shelter, food when required, a hand up to those who need it?
       It is the season to feel more than the frigid temperatures.

    11/20/2022                                                                                                    j.g.l.

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  • haiku 4 you

    11/15/2022                                                                                            j.g.l.

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