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 |
Naw Ruz 179 The Wheel of Time fulfills its duty to rule the Moon and tides. No need for posturing, it opens up this year, cloud shrouded and shy. It'll get better, I whisper, to the emptiness and to those who've died. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.1] (21.marzo.2022) 9 lines. Submitted to: "Invalid Item" ![]() Note: Naw Ruz is the Persian/Zoroastrian/Baha'i New Year. The Vernal equinox. |