Archive for December, 2008
when i was a pre-teen i went with friends to a baptist sunday youth group – would ya believe this is where i first heard/learned “hava nagila” – hebrew meaning “let us be joyful”. it happens to be a favourite of mind so i had to share it tonite. the next one is a nice as he says jewish boy – adam chandler – never heard it before – so please enjoy them – shalom
to all – have a very safe and warm and peaceful holiday – and as sam harris states always – go out and do something nice for someone – including yourselves…!!!
after i found out this was the day he well – and his truck seats were heated 
– thanks john for your humour …
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream of meeting your hearts 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 dreams – 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 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 – be realistic – or
to remember the limitations of being a human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you’re 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.
I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day
and you can source your life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure yours and mine
and still stand on the edge of a 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 for the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you are 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 does not 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, May 1994
