What I want to know

Re: What I want to know

Maraiah - 23.01.2007, 13:03
What I want to know
What I want to know
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 hearts desire.

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 if you 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 to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us to be careful, 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 faithless
and therefore trustworthy.


I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is 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 a 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 within 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.

aus dem Band "Invitation", Harper SanFrancisco, by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Note of clarification by the above author regarding this prose:

"While I am pleased that this piece, The Invitation, has spoken to many others and happy that it is being shared, I would ask that you honour the original by sharing it as it was written. I am a teacher and writer living in Toronto with my two teenage sons. While my family history includes stories of Scottish, German and Native American descent I am a Canadian woman, and not an Indian elder as has sometimes been reported, being neither old enough nor wise enough to claim the status of elder for any people. I have had the priviledge of studying with and learning from the wisdom of Native American elders who gave me the medicine name, Mountain Dreamer. My first book, Confessions of a Spiritual Thrillseeker, is currently out of print. I am now working on a book entitled The Invitation, expanding on the thoughts and teachings held within this smaller piece. Dreams of Desire is a small collection of poetry available only through Mountain Dreaming."
Oriah Mountain Dreamer