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 LV COMMENTS! 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 Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
AI AI AI We scream in voices our forefathers would barely recognize, mis-communicate in ways they could not fathom. Are we Artificial, Natural or both? We surely aren't ... intelligent. Artifice or artifact our lies belie us, expose this truth: we are but flesh and yet, the soul within knows better, muted, bides its time until released it soars back to the Omnipresent Source that feeds it. KE [177.28] (11.aprille.2020) 104.065 |