Monday, February 11, 2008

It Doesnt Interest Me

A wonderful poem written by Oriah Mountain Dreamer.

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 centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shrivelled 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, 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 at 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 centre 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.

7 comments:

Aroj said...

Very inspiring..added to favourites :-)

"I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day"..that's my favourite...

now let me find out more about him...

Unknown said...

Khoooooooop masta! Keep posting :)

Anonymous said...

Beautiful, inspiring and very true!

-Prachi!:)

Anonymous said...

Lovely! :) Very inspiring...
"I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments."...
Loved this one!

After a long time Mukta... do keep updating sooner!:)

Novice said...

hi..
came across your blog during a random search..read a few of ur posts,old n new..n to say it simple..loved it!!

U seem to have the knack of expressing feelings that are very general (something that most people would relate to) yet adorn it with your personal touch...

brilliant string of words..look forward to more...

Mukta A said...

yes, this poem is really lovely, one of my favorites!! :)

@shilpa (creative-i): yeah, its been a long time since i wrote!!

@novice: thanks! i went thru your blog too, you too write well!! :)

Shivali said...

nice poem indeed! :)