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 L ![]() ![]() 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 ![]() ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
Ah... to be orange amidst the blue, in search of moisture, a sip of salt, a spot of warmth among the dark; light upon the fluttering breeze, a mote to please the wandering eye that settles on me, resting here, or as I float against the celestial sky. Ah, to be orange and not ignored. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.300] (11.januar.2022) For "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT " ![]() An image of an orange butterfly on blue stones "EIGHT - 01.11.22" ![]() |