What’s Life Without Passion?

I read this at Eat-Mangoes-Nekkid . I was captivated. It stirred me. Drives me. Calls me to passion. What’s life without passion? Without something you’re willing to give your life for? Without feeling deeply? And all that feeling implies? This one’s for you, Renae:

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 centre of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled 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’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,

β€œYes!”

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 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 moments.

~~ oriah mountain dreamer

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8 thoughts on “What’s Life Without Passion?

  1. WOW, beautiful! thank you for sharing it on your page. i feel like i’ve just read these words for the first time. thanks for giving me that moment again!!!

  2. I have just read these word for the first time. They a captivating and wonderful. That might have been a good as a cup of Nescafe…

  3. @ Fresh

    Me too.

    @ Kilimanjaro

    No, thank YOU. Like I said on your page, this is the clearest picture of true intimacy I’ve ever seen. I realized after reading it a few more times that it raises questions that I must first ask of myself. Thanks again.

    @ Kwesi

    OK, now, Nescafe is a decent substitute when you’re roughing it in the woods, but let’s not get carried away. You must at LEAST compare this to the real deal! Oy! Gotta take the boy for real coffee. (I know Andy is climbing the walls right about now!!)

    @ Katrice

    Absolutely.

    @ Andy

    I know. It reaches deep into the core of what we all long for, where there simply are no words.

  4. Beautiful! I hadn’t read that in a lonnnng time. Thank you for bringing back the thrill of her words, and what they mean to each of us.

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