Sssh says the ocean Sssh says the small wave at the shore sssh not so violent, not so proud, not so remarkable. Sssh says the surf crowding around the outcrops, washing the shore. Sssh, they say to people, this is… — Rolf Jacobsen Copy Share Image
The clouds roll on. Silent as sleepwalkers the clouds keep coming from infinity bank behind bank and line after line, and change colors on… — Rolf Jacobsen Copy Share Image
Sssh says the ocean Sssh says the small wave at the shore sssh not so violent, not so proud, not so remarkable. Sssh says… — Rolf Jacobsen Copy Share Image
If you go far enough out you can see the Universe itself, all the billion light years summed up time only as a flash,… — Rolf Jacobsen Copy Share Image
Let the young rain of tears come, let the calm hands of grief come. It's not all as evil as you think. — Rolf Jacobsen Copy Share Image
“Come, young rain of tears; come gentle hands of sorrow. It’s not as terrible as you think.” — Rolf Jacobsen Copy Share Image
“It’s so delicate, the light. And there’s so little of it. The dark is huge. Just delicate needles, the light, in an endless night.… — Rolf Jacobsen Copy Share Image
“For the Earth itself is a blossom, she says, on the star tree, pale with luminous ocean leaves.” — Rolf Jacobsen Copy Share Image
Look - The moon thumbs through night's book. Finds a lake where nothing is printed. Draws a straight line. That's all it can. That's… — Rolf Jacobsen Copy Share Image
