Monday
It does not interest me what you do for a living
I want to know what you ache for
if you dare to dream of meeting 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 dream
for the adventure of being alive
It does not 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 be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful and wild and gentle
to remember the limitations of being human
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless and faithful
and therefore trustworthy
I want to know if you can see beauty
even when it is not beautiful
see it every minute of 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 the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
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 truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments
It does not 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 never shrink back
-Oriah
I want to know what you ache for
if you dare to dream of meeting 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 dream
for the adventure of being alive
It does not 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 be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful and wild and gentle
to remember the limitations of being human
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless and faithful
and therefore trustworthy
I want to know if you can see beauty
even when it is not beautiful
see it every minute of 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 the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
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 truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments
It does not 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 never shrink back
-Oriah
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Wednesday
If you are kind, people may accuse you of ulterior motives
Be kind anyway
People are often unreasonable and self-centered
Forgive them anyway
If you are honest, people may cheat you
Be honest anyway
If you find happiness, people may be jealous
Be happy anyway
The good you do today, may be forgotten tomorrow
Do good anyway
Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough
Give it all anyway
For you see, in the end it is between you and God,
you and your heart, you and love
It never was between you and them anyway.
-Mother Teresa
Be kind anyway
People are often unreasonable and self-centered
Forgive them anyway
If you are honest, people may cheat you
Be honest anyway
If you find happiness, people may be jealous
Be happy anyway
The good you do today, may be forgotten tomorrow
Do good anyway
Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough
Give it all anyway
For you see, in the end it is between you and God,
you and your heart, you and love
It never was between you and them anyway.
-Mother Teresa
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