It’s 1:23 p.m. on July 8th. A few weeks ago a very pretty soul shared with me the following poem written
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer. I think it will strike a chord in you as it did with me.
IT DOESN’T INTEREST ME WHAT YOU DO FOR A LIVING.
I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your
dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the
center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and
closed from fear of future pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with
Wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be
careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another
to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not
betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it’s not pretty, everyday, and if you can source your
own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and
shout to the silver of the full moon, “YES!”
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and
do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here,
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty
Talk to you next time!