(Note from Adrienne: This piece of writing blows me away every time… Enjoy!)
By Oriah Mountain Dreamer
It doesn’t matter to 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 risk looking like a fool
for your dreams,
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 or closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with your own pain
without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with your own joy
if you can dance wildness,
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes,
without cautioning yourself
to be careful
to be realistic
Or 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 “faithful,”
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it’s not pretty
and if you can source from your own life
I want to know if you can live with your own failure
and still stand on the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
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 a night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone,
and do what needs to be done for your family.
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,
if you can be alone with yourself, and
if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
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