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 |
We all die Be realistic! We all die, yet some never live — and some die twice. We all die, perhaps to meet again — suffering won't suffice. Live! Live! Live! How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again! © Copyright 2023 Kåre Enga [180.7] (26.mars.2023) Inspired by "Death Is Nothing At All" by Henry Scott-Holland. Earlier version: We all die Be realistic! We all die, yet some never live — and some die twice. We all die, perhaps to meet again — so savor each moment. Live! Live! Live! How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again! © Copyright 2023 Kåre Enga [180.7] (26.mars.2023) Inspired by "Death Is Nothing At All" by Henry Scott-Holland. |