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 |
104,042 views "O my Lord! Make Thy beauty to be my food, and Thy presence my drink, and Thy pleasure my hope, and praise of Thee my action ... " Bahá’u’lláh I thought about using the first lines of this prayer to narrow the prompt since "food" was too broad. Make Thy beauty to be my food In these times of trouble, cupboards bare, as ugliness rules a wanting world, make Thy beauty to be my food. When thirsty for humanity's hug, when kindness seems to have disappeared, make Thy presence my drink, that I may do what's best for others always doing what's right for myself; make Thy pleasure my hope, When anger rises within my heart and words keep me from my earthly tasks, make praise of Thee my action. KE [177.23] (7.abril.2020) |