The
Invitation
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 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, 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's 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 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 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.
by
Oriah Mountain Dreamer
copyright © 1999 by Oriah Mountain Dreamer.
copyright © 1999 by Oriah Mountain Dreamer.
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