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 |
As we rot Disciples held their nose, raised their robes, and walked around the rotting corpse. The dead dog had beautiful teeth, said Jesus. Who dared disagree? But we do. We point out other's faults, forget the good, amplify the bad. So shout out loud: Praise be to God, what beautiful teeth we all once had. © Kåre Enga (17.april.2024) [182.27] 8 lines https://www.huffpost.com/entry/jesus-and-the-dead-dog_b_1265657 |