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
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
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
hide or fade 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 or to
remember the limitations of being
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself;
If you can bear the accusations of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you
faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty, everyday, and if
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
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 come to be here.
I want to know if you can stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink
It doesn't interest me what or where or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else fails.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company
in the empty moments.
- Oriah Mountain Dreamer