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 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 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.

By Oriah © Mountain Dreaming,
from the book The Invitation
published by HarperONE, San Francisco,
1999 All rights reserved

http://www.oriahmountaindreamer.com/

Is at a coincidence that Chay-ya, cormorant and coincidence all start with a C?

Chay-ya has face. Joy is a ship.

In touch with our wholeness,

with a heart filled with love,

there is no such thing as a stranger,

not in ourselves or in others.

In the expanse of true happiness, there is nowhere for fragmentation to take root

- Sharon Salzberg

When you receive whoever comes into the space of Now as a noble guest, when you allow each person to be as they are, they begin to change. Eckhart Tolle

Truthfully anything interesting that I most want to share with you I
am stilted to broadcast  in the company of friendly spies…mostly to
keep them thinking that I’m some sort of double agent with a super
fascinating pentient for bucking status quo and upending sanctioned
popular opinion, collapsing systems in my wake. If they knew the truth
they’d get bored and have to wonder off into a jaded sunset looking
for someone elses undies to sniff. The truth is, I’ve given up the
fight. It was fun. I had fun. Fun was had and though I still have the
inclination to rant here and there, waving my fists at helicopters as
I squint into the sun, I’m pretty much done with the fight. (Which is
not to say I wouldn’t bop someone a good one should a situation arise
that calls for a good bopping. I would, I’d bop). I’m just not bopping
indiscriminately for the hell of it. I’m just not that ANTI. Punk
patches don’t got no resonation with me no more. Of course
intellectually I’m still a raving critic. I…just….stopped
picturing it all…in terms…of waving my sword.

Love from Faith

From Faith (re: the blog)

OMG it is so excellent you are so flippin amazing you will have to show me again when I get back how to contribute it made me feel so better seeing this like something resonates in a part of me I’m fond of, the lucid part, I love you joyface thankyou so much you are incredible and so glad to be part of your life you beautiful, beautiful creature!!!!! xoxoxoxoxoxXOXOXOX xoxoxo XOXOXO thank YOU XOX

Spontaneity combined with joy

Be kind with your body when it tells you its fear. Taste the edge of the comfortable zone and ask if you can go a little further. Push the border softly, stay listening and accept the NO. And eventually hug your body. Thank him or her.

The body is a very slow learner. If a movement, a movement principle or a pathway is new and you don’t get it or you just get it … let it go. Your body needs time to digest information, to let it sink in. New neuronal pathways have to be built or widened. Just repeat patiently and wait alert. Your body will use these pathways in its own timing. Maybe it takes 10 minutes, an hour, a month or a couple of years. But once the information got through, the body is incredibly quick. The body will then serve the needs of a moment perfectly. Don’t forget: Your conscious brain will always be really slow when it is about movements!

Jöerg Hassman

The beat in this track is amazing. Listen to it.

Annie’s Parlour - Kid Koala