I’m native Coloradoan. I love writing, reading, photography, art, anything outdoors, philosophy (not to study, just for living), martial arts, and most of all, helping people. I WOULD RATHER BE HURT BY THE TRUTH THAN COMFORTED WITH A LIE! Be who you are and say how you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind. Anything else, just ask, or ask to see my other profiles.
The Invitation
It does not interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream your heart’s longing.
It does not interest me how old you are. I want to know if …
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I’m native Coloradoan. I love writing, reading, photography, art, anything outdoors, philosophy (not to study, just for living), martial arts, and most of all, helping people. I WOULD RATHER BE HURT BY THE TRUTH THAN COMFORTED WITH A LIE! Be who you are and say how you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind. Anything else, just ask, or ask to see my other profiles.
The Invitation
It does not interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream your heart’s longing.
It does not interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It does not interest me what planet is squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear and further pain. I want to know if you can sit with the pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, 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 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 does not 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 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 if it’s not pretty every day, and if you can source your life from (your) God’s presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours or mine, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”
It does not 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 does not interest me who you are, 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 does not 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 like the company you keep in quiet moments.
~~ Oriah Mountain Dreamer
- I did not write this. It was given to me by a High School teacher in 2001. I have cherished the poem ever since.
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