Oriah Mountain Dreamer...

[DeepAchingNeed]

“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 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.”​

― Oriah Mountain Dreamer


I have always loved this, and find it a magnificent representation of searching and thriving in the Deep

 

[OtherMan]

Looks like a good place for this…


The gift I seek it heeds not gold,
it only wants the heart,
Requiring wick only be told
to taunt the lighter’s art.

What I desire it needs not coins,
it only burns the light
that flows with yesses, yearning joins
and finally earns the right.

The want I need it does need want,
sweet aching without pain
as I lie waiting in the font
to take to flame again.

 

[OtherMan]

And for this…



It’s odd…
not knowing what to say…
to you.

Whether wild words will do
or…
a rather…
glacial…
pace…

Because I don’t know
this space
snapped in place like the quick snick of lock…
then wrapped in a snows silence.

So…
I grow
a warm voice
until
still.

I remember
the willing patience
and thrilling blindness
and kindness
of…



I can’t even squeak
the word
you cease speak…

yet can’t help hope
you hold
it
close in yourself…

with that
piece of me lifting
your tame lips
to smile
some lively
same little
flame like…

 

[OtherMan]

The maddest of ourselves to share
insanities within
and baddest shelves of faces wear…
there fantasies begin.

6/29/33


Well… this is turning out to be a handy li’l thread.

 

[OtherMan]

omg

I know why!


The caged bird would sing in yours…
confined with open gates.
Its aged gold with shine endures
and on your song awaits.

6/29/23


…yup… very handy thread indeed.

 

[Broken_paladin]

 

[OtherMan]

Fuckin’ A!!

 

[OtherMan]

We have not lost the instinct for
if you stop moving die…
never making where distinct or
even asking ever why.

At distance grabbing all the days
instead of waking now…
instead of looking where it lays,
in time forsaking how.

So what’s to do in debt to push,
forgetting where we stand…
with nothing in the burning bush
forsaking bird in hand…

‘cept sit and sip at softly growing,
patient lil breeze…
and cooly catch the oft’ly knowing
whispers of the trees.

7/1/23

 

[OtherMan]

Just sitting
here
thinkin’ about stuff
and figuring out
that
in fact
I am a genius
and
everybody should listen to me.


No. I’m fine, thank you.


I’m the
intuitive kind
who is so full of crap
but it’s true.

I’m a genius
in one very specific area.
Myself.
Of course just me.
The only I know me there is.
Ever.

And only you
know you as well as you
know you so
therefore ergo
you too
are genius
of yourself.

And everybody should listen to us!

And they would.

If we could just agree…

that I’m right.


Fuck!


This is such a great thread!