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Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
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Created: June 20th, 2005 at 10:58am
Modified: April 9th, 2024 at 7:42am
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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.
PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I LV COMMENTS!
On a practical note, in answer to your questions:
I have goals of writing a poetic sketch every day. I have over 5,000. I attempt to edit and post one every time I blog. I may include the weather because it is very grounding. It is tempting to live life in the head, and equally dangerous. I try to connect with the people I live with as well as family and friends who live elsewhere. I attempt to notice the beauty of nature around me and note that here. I jot down what others say! People are much funnier than I am and they give me ideas. I pay tribute to those who have helped me get this far. My days and months are according to the Bahá'í year. Each is an attribute of God: Bahá - Splendor, Jalál - Glory, Jamál - Beauty, 'Azamat - Grandeur, Núr - Light, Rahmat - Mercy, Kalimát - Words, Kamál - Perfection, Asmá' - Names, 'Izzat - Might, Mashíyyat - Will, 'Ilm - Knowledge, Qudrat - Power, Qawl - Speech, Masá'il - Questions, Sharaf - Honor, Sultán - Sovereignty, Mulk - Dominion, 'Alá' - Loftiness. |
IN MEMORIUM
VerySara
passed away November 12, 2005
Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings.
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Kåre Enga
~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop,
The Fish
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Double lines divide our highway. You stay on your side. I stay on mine.
We'll both be happier.
But Life laughs. Lines wiggle. You wag a finger then cross the line.
Yes, hate resembles love. Yes, I loved you once.
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Festival after festival.
Orange celebrates our city. Red ushers in the Lunar New Year. What color is the sky if not Blue?
Grey, smoky today. We thirst. May it all turn Black with bolts of lightning. May rains come.
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