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 |
Eye of the Soul Catcher Atoms dance in the ether, words stirring with each breath, cleansing themselves of our existence, once dead, refurbished as it were, ready to be used again. So words disintegrate with time, change meanings, get lost in a sweep of history, their kingdom overthrown; and, letters cleansed of meaning recombine, until even beloved symbols forget time. But I am the Windsock, obeying your direction. And I am the Eye of the Soul Catcher, keeper of your existence. For I am eternal, beyond atoms, words and time. © Kåre Enga [174.92] (21.may.2017) |