"

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 further 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, every day,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 moments.

"

- Oriah Mountain Dreamer (via larmoyante)

(via poetryandfingerprints)

Source: larmoyante
  1. thesometimessnarkysentimentalist reblogged this from blessingwaung and added:
    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...
  2. blessingwaung reblogged this from thethousandthgirl
  3. thethousandthgirl reblogged this from changc
  4. brokenbackbone reblogged this from chriskingwong
  5. fib reblogged this from larmoyante
  6. l-lans reblogged this from larmoyante
  7. princisitah reblogged this from chriskingwong
  8. forever50s reblogged this from hjoy
  9. hjoy reblogged this from chriskingwong
  10. yellowjanet reblogged this from changc
  11. changc reblogged this from chriskingwong
  12. juliansayshii reblogged this from chriskingwong
  13. anjelania reblogged this from chriskingwong and added:
    Wow… This is really nice. I wrote a similar poem a while back.
  14. carsandlife reblogged this from chriskingwong
  15. chriskingwong reblogged this from poetryandfingerprints
  16. awkpurp reblogged this from larmoyante
  17. vimutspes reblogged this from larmoyante
  18. heyjamesanthony reblogged this from photolovedreamer
  19. justanotherhuman reblogged this from larmoyante
  20. damnmislaidsoul reblogged this from poetryandfingerprints
  21. poetryandfingerprints reblogged this from photolovedreamer
  22. smallboatsoffire reblogged this from larmoyante
  23. ayoissayo reblogged this from larmoyante
  24. photolovedreamer reblogged this from larmoyante
  25. pression reblogged this from larmoyante
  26. larmoyante posted this