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a worth reading
DECLARATION OF NON-INTEREST
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, 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.
I want to know if you can be faithful and
therefore be trustworthy. I want to know
if you can see beauty even when it is
not pretty everyday, and if you can
source your life on the edge of the lake
and shout 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 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.
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
Dharma
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, 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.
I want to know if you can be faithful and
therefore be trustworthy. I want to know
if you can see beauty even when it is
not pretty everyday, and if you can
source your life on the edge of the lake
and shout 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 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.
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
Dharma
;causes strange range of feelings though....