10-07-07

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 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 wilderness 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're 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.

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 every day,
and if you can source your life from God's presence.

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!"

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 for the children.

It doesn't interest me 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 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

09:41 Gepost door Miss Puttie in Algemeen | Permalink | Commentaren (1) |  Facebook |

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You don't wanna know who he is ...
... but, is he real?
Is he the one that stands for his ideals?

Gepost door: Patrick | 20-08-07

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