Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation.
L'aura del campo
'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos'
♣ Federico García Lorca ♣
L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me.
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passed away November 12, 2005
Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings.
These pictures rotate.
~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop,
The blast, riven the rock
as Buddha's face fell,
stirring up dust
that slowly settled.
But the heart cannot be denied
as over the rubble
moss grows like stubble,
slowly reclaiming its own.
© Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.333] (24.januar.2022)
Bamiyan Buddhas destroyed 2001.