I have known and loved this creation for many years. It speaks to me in ways few things ever do. I heard that she came back from a party displeased with the content of the party chatter and wrote this in response.
I am not familiar with Oriah Mountain Dreamer’s poetry, but, when I found this poem, it reached out and called me.
What questions do I ask myself, that I cannot answer. There is an eloquence in those questions that leads me to new questions, without knowing the answers. When I sense the world in one way or another, I am unable to sense it in any other way.
What if I live the wildness of life and I allow myself some abandon, not carelessness? I can dance with that wildness and not care about what others may think, hopefully making the world a better place.
When we open our hearts to the other, their standing in life is about who they are as a person rather than what identifies them: their job, their age, where they live, etc. When we open our hears to the other, it is an invitation…
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