It must be those brief moments when nothing has happened - nor is going to. Tiny moments, like islands in the ocean beyond the grey continent of our ordinary days. There, sometimes, you meet your own heart like someone you've… — Hans Børli Copy Share Image
And the day climbs down from its blue loft-bed on a slanting ladder of sunbeams, pauses a moment between the trees, airy-light, young. — Hans Børli Copy Share Image
It must be those brief moments when nothing has happened - nor is going to. Tiny moments, like islands in the ocean beyond the… — Hans Børli Copy Share Image
Your humble light the fire of your mind blinds you: If you walk with a lantern in the dark you won't see the stars. — Hans Børli Copy Share Image
And the day climbs down from its blue loft-bed on a slanting ladder of sunbeams, pauses a moment between the trees, airy-light, young. — Hans Børli Copy Share Image
