
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 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 at 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.

I just love this poem. Woven throughout it is a theme that I consider to be at the core of mindfulness teachings: the importance of being present with our feelings, however difficult or painful they may be. Resisting them will only increase our suffering. Through our mindfulness practice, we come to witness how all thoughts, feelings, and physical sensations rise and then pass away. Even what seems like constant pain in the physical body will ebb and flow with subtle changes in intensity. So we learn to feel our feelings fully and sit with them until their time passes. Mindfulness allows us to discover our witnessing presence, meaning that we are awareness itself. We are not our feelings, we are not our thoughts, we are not our body.
Several attitudinal foundations of mindfulness can be identified in Oriah's poem, too, including non-judging, trust, and letting go. Other attitudinal foundations of mindfulness are patience, beginner's mind, non-striving, and acceptance.
Visit the website of Oriah, the author of this poem here.






Stephanie, I particularly appreciate the last stanza, "I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments." I was having dinner with a couple of friends last night, and the room got very quiet when we began eating (probably because it took me until almost 8:00 to get dinner ready and they everyone was ravenous by then :). One of my friends asked me to turn on the TV or music, because he was uncomfortable with the silence. It is truly amazing to me that very few waking moments pass when we are not surrounded by noise, and I've often wondered how the hectic lifestyle that most Americans lead effects how well we "know" ourselves. It is no wonder that yoga has enjoyed great popularity in the United States lately, because the daily hustle and bustle of life affords little time for quiet and reflection!
ReplyDeleteI completely agree, Sarah. Our society values achievement, productivity, and getting farther faster... but not on taking time to smell the roses, or like you say, getting to know ourselves. It's not very often we are encouraged to just sit with ourselves and feel without somehow distracting from our current experience.
ReplyDeleteI love the last stanza, too. It makes me think about the sheer strength of the human spirit to be alone and in deep emotional pain, but to survive.