This following was written by a woman named Oriah... I read it a couple of years ago and always liked it, perhaps some of you have read it already, but for those of you who haven't, perhaps you might like it..

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 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 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.

That's the kinda love that needs to return for these times.I'm not the poetry kind of person but i must admit...i like it
Thanks Diva

Truly beautiful! Thank you for sharing, Diva...

Can anyone offer their own version? Where's 2the9s when you need him

ian said:

Sorry, I'm going to have to delete this comment.

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Hmmm, how does he do that?

2the9s said:

Wave some magic moderator dust over your keyboard, that should do it!

ian said:

You owe me a keyboard!

Diva said:

As a poetry lover I must say that this is downright corny.
But I like the overall message.

Nep2nes said:

There are parts of it that are a little airy fairy, so to speak... but it's like that gestalt p.o.v - when the whole adds up to more than the sum of it's parts.

I like the sentiment of the whole message... even if elements of it are a little too kumbayahafied! (I don't care if that's not a word, it is now!)

All I'm interested in is you, Diva.

Beautiful, diva! love the inspiration i've been reading on the org of late...this is one of them. love this stuff!. thanks.

Very beautiful Diva...

I see why Moonbeam you!