I want to know

I want to know . . . Inspirational

Date: Sun, 2 Apr 2000 04:07:46 -0700

From: joyshow@desupernet.net (by way of ilena rose)

Ilena, Please share with the group.....I found this in a magazine and thought it was so beauiful....hope all enjoy it......it says alot about love and life. Joyce

~~~ Joyce ~ I love this one so much, I included it in my 50th birthday invitation/newsletter 2 years ago ~ some friends still have it on their walls & refrigerators.

thanks for the wonderful reminder. Ilena ~~~

Subject: poem

WHAT MATTERS MOST

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 INTERST 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 you 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 moon, "YES!"

IT DOESN'T INTEREST ME TO KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE OR HOW MUCH YOU MONEY YOU HA VE. 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 INTERST :ME WHOM YOU KNOW OR HOW YOU CAME TO BE HREE. 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 HA YE 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




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