:: It doesnt Interest Me ::

Aighty, this is not my piece of work I gotta be honest. I been keeping this for many years for some unknown reason. Okay lah, I been keeping this ciz its utterly beautiful, ya happy now?

The writer of this magnum opus was Oriah Mountain Dreamer (go ahead, google her out, you know you want to :P). This prose-poem was presented by my first year classmate Sharon back in Kent when we had our community outreach programme. Sharon told me that she heard this in a sermon from the very famous church in Canterbury.

Upon hearing this poem I was awe-struck. Ms. Dreamer wrote this back in 1994 after she went to a party, and after all the ritual questions were asked while mingling around, she came up with this masterpiece. Regardless where I got it from, what INTEREST me the most is the content of it. It is called 'The Invitation'. Enjoy your reading chickadees:


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
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 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 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 a night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

I 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.