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Rated: 13+ · Book · Personal · #982524
Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation.
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L'aura del campo


'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos'
♣ Federico García Lorca ♣


Higgins Street Bridge, April 25th  2009, Missoula, Montana


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.

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 Kåre *Leaf5* Enga
~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop,
The Fish
July 31, 2017 at 1:36am
July 31, 2017 at 1:36am
#916427
Carry you home

Your stardust weighs nothing:
ground bone and leather
dry as the moon
you fled to,
the outpost
you died in...
frightened I would follow,
aware I would find you.
I've always sought you out, Zmitri,
whether you drowned
in the marshes of Zmuda
or when on Zmaa'a,
you were blasted
into mere energy.
Signs of your passage
have always guided me.
I've known your trace of atoms
from the beginning of Eternity.
I carry you home now,
ready to be reborn as a star.

© Kåre Enga [174.182.zm] Lexi#6 (17.july.2017)

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July 31, 2017 at 1:36am
July 31, 2017 at 1:36am
#916426
Fire and Flame

1.

Fill the buckets!
Douse the flames!
The mountain blazes and sparks
when the lush green of Spring
ripens and dries.
It's ready to burn.

2.

Lower the scoop into the river.
Raise it full of fish and water.
Carry it to the burning mountain.
Drop it!
Like loaves of manna,
quench the thirst of the slopes.

3.

Blackened pines and scorched meadows
mock the silly folk who mourn.
This cycle of life and death
renews dead soils, will feed deep roots.
Come next Spring all will sprout anew
a dapper shade of emerald.

© Kåre Enga [174.181] Lexi#3 (17.julio.2017]

July 31, 2017 at 1:31am
July 31, 2017 at 1:31am
#916424
Lick me at the Celtic Fest

I meet a puppy,
some two-year-old pooch
that lives to lick the hands
and faces of friends—
and all strangers too.
Tan floppy ears perk
as I pet her and a pink muzzle
nuzzles for more.
Where there's no fear of contact—
we-all connect:
me, this puppy, the Celtic universe.

But I must inquire, my dearest love
—if I were a boxer—
could I you lick you too.

© Kåre Enga [174.197] (29.july.2017)

July 31, 2017 at 1:25am
July 31, 2017 at 1:25am
#916422
Gold and false gold

Kjent eller ukjent men... always... alltid...
ready to explode. We fathom our hands,
pan golden sands, wash them from mother-lode.
We seek to understand the known
and unknown... each time we question
the distance between gold and false gold.
But even iron pyrite has its beauty.
That for us must unfold and although gold
costs nothing to admire, pyrite wastes little
to acquire. In the glitter of quartz strands,
by the pearl essence of the moon, even truth
bows to beauty and truth or untruth
become one and the unknown ravels
and to weaves the cloth of what is known.

© Kåre Enga [174.196] (29.juli.2017)



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