Beyoncé Posted This Inspirational Poem On Her Instagram And You Should Read It

    Queen Bey has impeccable taste in poetry.

    BREAKING NEWS: Beyoncé <3s poetry.

    Earlier today, she shared a poem on her Instagram in a series of photos with the rest of the world.

    The poem is titled "The Invitation" by best-selling author Oriah Mountain Dreamer.

    Beyoncé was seemingly moved by this passage about finding peace in solitude.

    And she drew a smiley face next to an especially poignant line that talks about being “opened by life’s betrayals” (or maybe she was just acknowledging her typos).

    Here's the full poem, which can be found on Oriah Mountain Dreamer's website:

    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

    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 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,

    "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 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.