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. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I LV COMMENTS! On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: These pictures rotate. Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
One with it all And I am one with the mountain, voles under the snow, pines sleeping till Spring. Awake, ravens seek refuge. I wish them good luck. An eagle soars over us. And I soar as well. What spell binds us, all to each other. Without movement—no life; but, even mountains must move; the river, eroding its banks, bears witness. And I am one with it all, even the planets and stars, and I stop to wonder... How I'd be one with you too, if you were on the farside of the moon; How I wish you lived closer. © Kåre Enga [18.January.2017; revised 19.March.2017] Original post: One with it all And I am one with the mountain, voles under the snow, pines sleeping till Spring. Awake, ravens seek refuge. I wish them good luck. An eagle soars over us. And I soar as well. What spell binds us, all to each other. Without movement—no life; but, even mountains must move, as the river eroding its banks bears witness. And I am one with it all, even the planets and stars, and I stop to wonder... How I'd be one with you too, if you were on the farside of the moon; but, I wish you lived closer. © Kåre Enga [18.January.2017] |