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 |
King of Hearts Ruth looked at the cards spread on the table, knew they offered no hope, no wisdom guiding me through my dilemmas. And no money, past, present, future. The King of Hearts sat at the center begging me to hold on, to be patient. For there was no love this side of the horizon, but someday... someday I'd learn to let go, get a grip on my senses, let someone climb over my fences, let someone love me, allow myself to love them in return © Kåre Enga [182.] (31.mai.2025) 12 lines Notes: Prompt was "Desperado" My tarot card is the King of Hearts: no fame, no money, no conquest. Based on a real tarot card reading... years ago. 124.466 |