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 |
Earth Everyday The Sly-ones piss on us. The Ravens just soar on the winds, never touching ground. The Gryffin-fires just burn it all down. All live on this same rocky sphere; but we humble Huffers inherited the dirt. With that guy Sly we fashion mud; we join Rave to spread the dust; we build bricks with old Gryff's flame. No blame, no shame, no glory. No one knows our faces nor our names. We are the salt of the dried up puddle, the honey, the spice and vinegar, the bitter-sweetness of life itself. We are servants of these fertile soils. We never lord over it. Our power resides with our healing charms and our respect for ALL. We will always count our blessings and heed the curse, "We have given you this Earth, if you can keep it." witches warlocks work the roots — trees flower and fruit © Kåre Enga (22.april.2025) [182.35] I always think kind thoughts for THANKFUL SONALI 18 WDC Years! |