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 |
to the lollipop There comes —a lessening to the lollipop —when licked by a dog— held by the hand of the god he worships —and to the heart when old age passes and he's laid to rest in a cardboard box under the trees he once watered. © Kåre Enga [171.T2] (31.December.2014) to stress There comes —a lessening to stress when instead of 'have to' one can acquiesce ready to face the consequence of being human —hardly perfect— but up to do the task —just one more soul on one Life's path that presently one chooses. © Kåre Enga [171.T1] (22.December.2014) 79,854 |