Another psychologist and analyst passed this along to me. Here are a few lines from a poem written by Oriah Mountain Dreamer, May 1994. She didn’t seem to need much from our world. But I can say that we sure need a lot of help from her world!
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to meet 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 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 center of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals,
or become shriveled and closed from fear of future pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, min or your own,
Without moving to hid it or fade it or fix it……
I’ll be back with more of her poetry,
Dr. Barbara Becker Holstein
The Truth, (I’m a girl, I’m smart and I know everything)