Th3rd World Order


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
be realistic
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.



The Invitation

© Oriah Mountain Dreamer, from the book
The Invitation published by HarperSanFrancisco, 1999

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(Source: succulentwishes, via helainetieu)

Brazil World Cup 2014 | Stadiums - asked by anon

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Endre Penovác

"Let go of the idea of what is normal, and go live your life the way you really want it to live."

- Shanti (via travel-as-a-happy-hippie)

(via brokenmachine)


I’ve always wanted you
to notice how empty
my eyes are, but every time
I look at you, all you
see is the smile that stretches
far too easily upon
broken features and
bloody lips.


mom’s got your back. and you’ve got hers. 

photos by (click pic): 1.joe penney in mali; 2. stephanie sinclair in ethiopia; 3. yury pustovoy in vietnam; 4. jessica dimmock in burkina faso; 5,6. niranjan shrestha in kathmandu, nepal; 7. eugene hoshiko in chongqing, china; 8. zsolt repasy in kajuru, nigeria; 9. frans lanting in botswana’s okavango river; 10. eric valli in the nepalese himalayas.


"Cause when I’m at my worst,
Nobody knows me
But when I’m doing good,
Everyone’s my fucking homie"

- Phora (via loretoti)

(via count-my-blessings)