the invitation

by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

The Invitation by Oriah
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.

The longing
It’s not the being or the doing that is making us tired. It is the trying. Trying to be present, trying to be good, trying to be awake, trying to …
The fear
Fear is part of being alive. Our minds are telling us to be scared, to worry about what happened and to worry about what is going to happen. Being in …
The sorrow
Sorrow is a part of life. Every single one of us is going to difficult times in their lives. A loved one passes away, we get fired, our relationship ends, …
The joy
When was the last time that you laughed until your sides ached, until the tears ran down your cheeks? Do you dare to lose control and let joy carry you?
The betrayal
Those who tell the truth even when the truth is hard, are not those who always keep their agreements. Those who can be faithless – who can handle the responsibility …
The beauty
Sometimes in our familiarity, we don’t see the beauty of the landscape of our daily lives. We forget to take it in. We do not express the appreciation we have …
The failure
There are no mistakes, only lessons. Don’t be or feel shame when you ‘fail’.
The commitment
Reach out one morning and feel them: the millions of men and women who do the best they can every day to feed their children’s bodies, hearts and minds. Be …
The fire
I want to know if you can stand with me, eyes wide open, when the fire – asked for or given – consumes all we think we know. I want …
Deep sustenance
Living with hope is living with anticipation of what can be. Living with faith is relaxing into what is that cannot be changed by our will and knowing that life …

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