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This is one of my personal favorites |
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Click here to read about my Near Death Experience!
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It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. |
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I want to know what you ache for! And if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. |
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It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool |
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It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon |
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I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow |
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If you have been opened by life's betrayals Or have become shriveled and closed from fear or further pain. |
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I want to know if you can sit with pain Mine or your own |
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I want to know if you can be with joy Mine or your own |
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If you can dance
with wilderness |
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And let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to |
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Be careful.... Be
realistic |
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I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. |
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If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your soul. |
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If you can be
faithless and therefore trustworthy. |
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I want to know if you can live with failure Yours and mine and still stand on the edge |
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Of the lake and shout to the silver moon, "YES!" |
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I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair Weary and bruised to the bone |
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And do what needs to be done To feed the children |
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It doesn't interest me who you know Or how you came to be here. |
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I want to know if you will stand In the center of the fire with me and not shrink back. |
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It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you |
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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. |
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Oriah Mountain Dreamer, May 1994 |
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