Thursday, March 29, 2007

I read something today that really shook me. It was a very strong speech by a Native American elder.


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 a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventures 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 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 tell 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 be 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 at the edge of a 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 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 hours.

Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Indian Elder

8 Comments:

At 12:45 p.m., Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wow, this wise elder speaks like a Sufi Master. Thank you so much for sharing this with us. It is humbling and eye-opening at the same time, and should be read by all who think to venture on a spiritual path, no matter what its name. His questions hold true for all paths.

Peace and Many Blessings!

 
At 5:57 p.m., Blogger Kozi Wolf said...

yes i agree! it's such a moving speech. it really shakes the core.

 
At 10:02 p.m., Blogger Sadiq said...

no sooner i started i reading the first few lines, tears came forth rushing. as if i know this voice from time unknown. the extremely powerful yet very simply spoken words r the words of the brotherhood of masters who were not interested what blind ppl are interested in. cause they were touched by the truth, the real. they glimpsed at the truth and it was engraved on their heart forever.

only then one can be able to speak such words!

Truth alone is victorious!

 
At 4:51 a.m., Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thank you!

 
At 12:14 p.m., Blogger Kozi Wolf said...

amen and peace to the Truth that makes us clean and whole.

 
At 11:26 a.m., Anonymous Anonymous said...

Peace Kozi Wolf,

Thank you for sharing this. I really loved it.

May God bless you and all that you do.

Abdur Rahman

 
At 3:42 p.m., Blogger no name said...

hi,
Came by your blog through Irving's blog- this is a beautiful post, left me speechless & wondering... :)

 
At 10:35 p.m., Blogger Kozi Wolf said...

thanks and welcome abdur rahman and merryweather.

 

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