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 |
Molt Hollowed shells, an empty husk, of use once but now — no longer, like fur that kept us warm in winter, left behind come vernal breezes. When will you leave your aging husk? When will you join us in the stars? Transformation's normal, needed. Death comes to all no-longer-useful forms. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.357] (9.februar.2022) For
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At the center of it all I'm the core of the universe, atoms spinning 'round inside you, the answer for your questing soul the essence of all existance. At the center of it all, I'm still unknown, unseen, enigma, measured by what is and isn't. Without me — you are nothing. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.356] (9.februar.2022) Prompt: nucleus For
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Chlorophyll on a bun My greenness is my greatness, the gift of sun becoming life, the energy that feeds you — moving you from shadows into light. Hail my magnesium core. Bow to the hay that cattle chew. Chomp down upon my lettuce as my greenness nourishes you. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.355] (9.februar.2022) For
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