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It doesn’t interest me…

6 Feb

Labels (designer or stereotypes).  Accounts (Swiss or Checking).  Pedigree (Canine or College).

What interests me is why.

Why we behave as we do.  Why we close.  Why we habituate.  Why we run… from love.  From loving ourselves.

What interests me is emotion.

Life out-loud.  How do we feel?  And, how does this orange zeal inside me manifest as wet goo and shreaks?  Or, jitter-bugged tomfoolery?

What interests me is alive.

Art.  Dance.  Yoga.  Compassion.  Humanity.  YOU.  You never cease to interest me…

I like how she says it.  From Oriah:

(*Please excuse the graphic interjections.  I always am interested in lifting the corners of a mouth :P.)

The Invitation

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,

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.

Love yourself.  Or learn how to.

How interesting… 😛



12 Dec

Means you don’t get away with anything.

At least in the simple movie tag-line kind of way.  In the ‘I stubbed my toe because I didn’t call my friend back’ kind of way.  Or, ‘my back hurts because of one too many holiday party cocktails…’

(That might be one of mine.  And, basic liver function :P.)

And, fundamentally, some of this ‘karmic causality’- if you will- may be true.  Our past behaviors usually inform our present reality.  How we’ve been treating ourselves and others (or how we have in the past) definitely affects our life.

Sometimes it might seem like our past is unescapable even once we’ve healed it.

(Hello google!  And, ‘the cloud’?!!… 😦 )

But, it’s not all effect.  Karma has AGENCY too.  Some of us yoga-folk call it intention.

I heard read it best put like this:

Consider a man dying by knife.

(Um.  Considerably crappy?)

Now, let’s talk about the how

Consider that a man died by the knife of a surgeon, after that surgeon spent five hours doing everything he could to try to save this man’s life.  Is the surgeon’s karma damaged?  I think it’s safe to say — probably not.  The surgeon had positive intention.   The surgeon worked hard to say a life.  That sounds like beautiful karma.

Consider next that that man died by the knife of a robber.  In a heist.  Now, we have the same reality.  Death.  But the intention behind it is completely different.  In this sad case, there is much suffering.  For both parties.

Intention matters.

Now, hopefully, none of us are wielding knives today.  (Unless you’re saving lives or making me food :P.)  But, each and every one of us is interacting.  Everyday.  So, my question is:  How?  Why?  For whom?

When you share your smile or your hand what intention is behind it?

Karma means: 

It can ALL be good.