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 |
| End of a South Carolina Winter for Kevin One grain of approval was all it took, one heart-filled crumb. One shovel to remove the sand from eyes until there was just one mote, then none, that blind spot that darkened my universe, gently removed, as I shook in disbelief, leaving me speechless, dumb. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.216] (27.agosto.2021) posted in "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT " earlier version One grain of approval was all it took, one heart-filled crumb. One shovel to remove the sand from eyes until there was just one mote, then none, that blind spot small enough to hold my universe as I shook in disbelief, now gently removed, leaving me speechless, dumb. |