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Indian Love Poem



Man does not measure the stars
It is a gift.

He cannot count.


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So it is with my love

for you.


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How can I tell you

of my love?

Strong as the eagle?

Soft as the dove?



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Patient as the pine tree

that stands in the sun

and whispers to the wind...


'You are the one?!'



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~Mountain Dreamer Speaks ~

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 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 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;
be realistic.

Or 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 but be true to yourself;

If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.

I want to know if you can be faithful
and therefore be trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty

even when it is not pretty everyday.

And if you can source your life on 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 a night of grief and despair,

Weary and bruised to the bone,
And do what needs to be done for 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 center 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.



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[Oriah, Mountain Dreamer, Indian Elder]

Lone Wolf, my mate, this poem is dedicated to you.

Your quite, inner strength, your wisdom, And your deep respect for all God's bounty will always serve you well.




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