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 |
Hammock in the sky Rise me up above this ennui let me fly where eagles soar where ghosts and unicorns once played fashioning the wispy hoar. Here thoughts have wings and dreams range free where I can stretch and let time flow; between two fluffy bunny ears, let me rest where daydreams go. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.328] (22.january.2022) In My Hands I hold you tight. You're in good Hands. My Love will guide you through the storms, and keep you on this Path; but, do not fear heights nor depths. Go. Walk in peace. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.329] (22.january.2022) |