Would a poem touch your centre??
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 dreams, 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 sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed by further fear of 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 wilderness 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're telling me is true.
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 are, 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 truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
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Was that comment with a hint of sarcasm
It has true feeling, if your open enough to get it
sums up pretty much what i search for in life,
god i'm sad
love the expression
you have touched a chord inside each one of us
thankyou for putting it so intensely and so very subtly its delight read
seene pune India
thankyou for putting it so intensely and so very subtly its delight read
it is me that thank you
c'est moi qui vous remercie
mae'n mi ddiolch 'ch
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, 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 faithlessand therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's 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 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 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 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
copyright © 1999 by Oriah Mountain Dreamer.
Sounds very much like this poem Livinthedream. Are you taking credit for something you didn't write?
i asked if it touched your centre??
if people say they like it i am polite to thank them
would you not respond out of politeness
...and I agree. Blogger should have definitely noted it was not her work. Or she should have used quotations. OR at the VERY least, not taken all the compliment for it!
Where is your integrity?
If you can't see what she did is wrong and was NOT a mistake, you really are not very bright.
Blogger, how could you accept compliments for the poem when you never wrote it.
Yes, perfect couple.
I'll leave you two alone now.
I have explained
I have apologised
What do you want??? blood????????
As for the personnal comments, " my boyfriend" I do not know bunnymen, never spoke to him b4, until this blog, and feel they are uncalled for
Maybe I should leave the blogs, it seems to be a closed shop, and the hostility to one not so knowledged is not nice
The certain miscreant giving you a hard time here has absolutely no credibility and should not be taken seriously.
Stick around, keep blogging and have fun.
You really are a basket case.
At any rate, it really doesn't matter to me if you want to lie, LTD. I just don't feel compelled to keep quiet about my knowledge of it.
I was going to suggest to Livin to delete the blog..... until Mummy's Boy came up with his dummy spit.
Now I want the whole world to see it.
Maybe we can just agree to disagree.
If I am mistaken then I apologize.
I do not feel guilty, I knowingly did nothing wrong!!
i accept your apology and hope to move on from this now
All I can say is WOW!
I strongly suggest you leave the blog up. It is great testimony to people's deep rooted characters.