Quote of the moment

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

-Wendell Berry: The Peace or the Wild Things

Feb 23, 2009

Haven't Found*

From Bono

I want to run
I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls
That hold me inside
I want to reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name

I want to feel,
I want to run the race
I want feelings to disappear
Without a trace
I want to take shelter
From the poison rain
Where the streets have no name

Where the streets have no name
Without the pain, without the blame
Where I can hide from the world
And the burning mind, a place with no sound
And when I go there
I go there, I may got to stay
Where the streets have no name

The thoughts are a flood
And the thoughts turn to rust
I'm beaten and blown by the wind
The path is only dust
I'll show you a place
High on the desert plain
Where the streets have no name
And I can quietly go insane

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where I am not held to blame
For actions I did not choose
Where it does not matter
That I have no more to lose
Where the burning sun
Can drive away thoughts
And leave my mind numb
And when I go there
This time I might stay
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name.

G- February 2009

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