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 |
Circle square Do-si-do, allemande left swing your partner, tug their heft around and around. The race is not won by those who stand ground. Swirl and twirl like a flock of crows; who'll fall first, nobody knows. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.354] (9.februar.2022) Posted in
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In Ferizaj... if I write all my hopes on a paper boat, light a candle — and set it afloat, where will it go when the waters divide what obstacle will make it decide which sea to empty its burden in which to set aside — and which to abide. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.353] (9.februar.2022) |