SY shared this poem with DK. We thought it was perfect to set the stage for our upcoming programmes.
By Oriah Mountain Dreamer
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 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, 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 if 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 on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the 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 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 fails away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in empty moments.
Meet us in the 4th dimension…
AND NOW, AN INVITATION for those of us who are already sensing something is amiss, that we are ready for something different. A new way of looking at that which is outside of our regular bounds. A conversation with a wide mix of new and different others. So that we can discover what it means, again, to be receptive to the possibility that we might be changed by what we hear.
Did you catch me?
Receptive to the possibility that we might be changed by what we hear.
Listening. Starts here.
It starts how it starts, as and when it will. The opening. Sometimes you just have to let it. There will be places along the way, at this very beginning of taking the step out, that might not be too easy going or comfortable, but they will have mattered, you will know that, or better put, you will feel it. Intuitively. There are motions towards things that become more interesting, more intriguing, more collaborative, less distancing, less distracted. These motions are propelling us to do what is coming now. The invitation to investigate more fully the Shape of Space, to join us in the journey of ‘N+1.’
Philosophers, metaphysicists, particle physicists, psychologists, musicians, dramatists, playwrights and writers we have studied or met, and somehow grown to know, have all informed the weekly conversation-starting. It happens every week. This began in 2014. In in 2018, we host salons online and in real life to convene people on topics they care about, but whose paths might not have otherwise have crossed. We do this in cafes, libraries, outdoor spaces, at the lobbies of small hotels, or in jazz clubs, or in the space of DK’s studio, wherever it is, in the world, at that time. Six years in Capitol Hill, Seattle. Three in downtown Durham, NC. Four in Phnom Penh, mostly Street 63. Discovering and inviting, then designing and hosting. That’s it. That’s what this is. A particular kind of way of making SP A C E. Natural and flowing, progression and richness. Complexity sometime, but laughter, too. Human beings want to connect. Let’s make it happen, in a way that has depth, isn’t trivial.
Conversations emerge as we go. What gets talked about Week N informs what we share out and invite further dialogue to develop along in week N + 1. And so we improvise and also develop, making it up together as we go, one designful moment at a time. Are you curious?
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