"Our Deepest Fear" is a poem by the author, and it is called "Clover Sites Our Greatest Fear".
The poems "Our Deepest Fear" and "The Invitation" by Oriah Mountain Dreamer are two of the most inspiring writings available.If you haven't read them before, now is the time to do so.This quote and poem can be shared with your friends and colleagues.
Our greatest fear is not that we are not good enough.Our greatest fear is that we are powerful.It is our light that scares us.
Who is I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?Who are you not to be?You are a child of God.
It doesn't serve the world if you play small.Shrinking won't make other people feel safe around you.
As children do, we are meant to shine.The glory of God is within us.
We give other people permission to do the same as we let our own light shine.Our presence liberates others when we're freed from fear.
The poem is from the book A Return to Love."Our Deepest Fear" does not appear in Nelson Mandela's inaugural speech.This mistaken attribution has been commented on by a person.For her website, click here.
I don't care what you do for a living.If you dare to dream of meeting Your heart's longing, I want to know what you ache for.
I don't care how old you are.If you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, and for the adventure of being alive, I want to know.
I don't care what planets are squaring your moon.If you have been opened by life's betrayals, or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain, I want to know.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving.
If you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without caution, be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
I don't care if the story you are telling me is true.If you can be true to yourself and not betray your own soul, I want to know.I want to know if you can be trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it isn't pretty every day.
I want to know if you can live with failure, Yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"
I don't want to know where you live or how much money you have.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 for the children, I want to know.
I don't care who you are, how you came to be here.I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me.
It doesn't interest me where or who you studied.I want to know what sustains you.
If you really like the company you keep in the empty moments, I want to know if you can be alone.