Trying To Win Your Glance
“I am running from every corner of this world and sky wanting to kiss you…”
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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.
I Will Make A City of Your Smile
I will receive your glance as a fountain in which things can disappear and above which the sky trembles, both eager and afraid to fall in.
A Handful of Inwardness
the secrecy of fate and the darkness of Earth at evening-
Ripples Through You Like a Promise
Amidst the swell I can see only you…
I Claim My Ashes
I danced till my ashen covered feet sparked the ember in the tinder of possibility…
Your Presence Resounds In My Depths
I would like to shelter it, among remote lost objects, in some dark and silent place that doesn’t resonate when the depths resound…
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…
Elizabeth Weber 