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 |
Worlds of water How a unique world is reflected in each drop of water. How many drops, each plop sending out ripples. Even now—after decades— their portents reaching out, offering a new home. I would embrace each one of you... if I could hug water. But I'm lava. And my fire would turn you all to steam. © Kåre Enga (24.junio.2017) [174.153] /30:23.2/ |
Caminante no hay camino... The hand that holds the brush that paints the picture of yourself is you, always you. And there is no path, traveler. You make your own as you walk it. For this path has never existed until you live it. Be an artist then. Choose to live your life with a passion that lights candles to show others the way. For only you can do this. Only you have this power to be you. ...se hace el camino al andar. © Káre Enga (23.junio.2017) [174.152] Inspired by the songs of Joan Manuel Serrat and the poetry of Antonio Machado. |