With My Lightnin’ Bolts A-Glowin’



http://viningsnaturalhealthcentre.co.uk/blog/page/11/?profile=blue Wake Up — Arcade Fire

Somethin’ filled up
My heart with nothin’
Someone told me not to cry

Now that I’m older
My heart’s colder
And I can see that it’s a lie

Children, wake up
Hold your mistake up
Before they turn the summer into dust

If the children don’t grow up
Our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up
We’re just a million little god’s causin’ rain storms 
Turnin’ every good thing to rust
I guess we’ll just have to adjust

With my lightnin’ bolts a-glowin
I can see where I am goin’ to be
When the reaper he reaches and touches my hand

With my lightnin’ bolts a-glowin’
I can see where I am goin’
With my lightnin’ bolts a-glowin’
I can see where I am go, goin’

You better look out below

Lean

http://partnershipforcoastalwatersheds.org/fig-4-graph_opt/ Lean

Even stillness has music,
even pause has direction,
and the heart leans
toward whatever awaits.

Patience is not emptiness,
but quiet rehearsal
for the sudden note
that splits the air.

The world gathers its breath
in tiny chambers,
then opens like a birdhand
to whatever dares to rise.

Even stillness has music,
the kind you hear
when you stop asking
for the next sound.