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 |
After the breakdown I've been on that train, watch it rumble by. ... been on that plane, rowing 'cross the sky. Now in my hole, happy as a mole, I let those troubles pass me by. I've been in that car, driving fast and far. ... drove so far until the road ran out. Got out; spaced out. Trouble can't find me now. I've lived that life of daily drama, of never ending strife. But now I choose serenity, to live, to give, to stay alive. I still gladly greet all who cross my path, nod at those who walk on by, yet sit with those who daily join me, to rest, to chat, to smile awhile. I give of myself, share what I've lived. ... this happy life, my only life to give. © Kåre Enga (31.juli.2025) 18 lines |
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