Dance With Me in the Clouds
Dance among the clouds
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New Works Available at Cerulean Gallery, Amarillo, TX
These works may be hung as a diptych. Cerulean Gallery, http://www.theceruleangallery.com/ 2762 Duniven Cir · Amarillo, TX 79109 · 214.564.1199 …
Trying To Win Your Glance
“I am running from every corner of this world and sky wanting to kiss you…”
That Stones Have Handled Time
“How clear it is that stones have handled time, in their fine substance there’s the smell of age..”
Sweet – Grown Nectar of Vision
“What casts a spell over other gods lets this most cunning god escape…”
Ripened In Your Sunlight
“You, the great homesickness we could never shake off…”
Quiet With Your Silence
“And you’d become the keening, the butterfly’s insistence…”
I Saw You Dancing Last Night
“I saw you dancing last night near the roof of this world…”
Harmony That Passed Beyond Hearing
“…and the music and the echo of the music went out into the Void, and it was not void…”
Giving To Them Sight When Before There Was Only Hearing
“…And he showed to them a vision, giving to them sight when before there was only hearing…”
Find Where Your Soul Is Hidden
I laugh when I hear that the fish in the water is thirsty.
Essential to Our Unfolding
The claims made upon us by the hard work of love are bigger than life and essential to our unfolding…
Into the Depthless Source
All things are the body of the violin, filled with murmuring darkness.
Ripples Through You Like a Promise
Amidst the swell I can see only you…
Your Heart Beats Inside A Sacred Drum
The stones and stars envy the movements of your legs and tongue…
To A Ship a Coastline, To the Shore the Sea
To each of us you reveal yourself differently: to the ship as coastline, to the shore as a ship…
Our Yearning Music Builds
Although we never even touched I feel ravaged & raw with knowing…
Deep With Winds of Homecoming
Waking up in the morning with the scent of you buried beneath my nails…
The Promise of Union With You Has Kept Me Alive
The Promise of union with You has kept me alive, And fearing separation from You, many deaths I have died
A Sherpaless Path
Firmly traversing my path I appreciate the things along the trail- the smells, sounds, colours, the brightness & the darkness, the fertile silences…
Elizabeth Weber 