Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
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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 |
| Renewal You killed me, Zmitri. Now on this lifeless rock I will thank you for your kindness. I've been reborn, atoms rearranging to make a better me, synapses renewed, my pulse beats strong. You were right! I was wrong. I needed to die, leave behind old ways, old flesh, old thoughts. You sought to reach out to me; your kindness killed the rot that lay within. Now, this barrier between us thins. Soon we'll be together once again, dear ancient eternal friend. © Kåre Enga [18.november.2016] 80.160 |