The Invitation

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B24B7380 copy  I love this poem and find myself needing to read it from time to time to be reminded what it means to be loved and to love…

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 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
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 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 a 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.

Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Canadian Teacher and Author

© 1995 by Oriah House, From “Dreams Of Desire”
Published by Mountain Dreaming, 300 Coxwell Avenue, Box 22546, Toronto, Ontario, Canada M4L 2A0

Comments

  1. says

    Love that poem Monica. Thanks for sharing. It gets right to the point of what truly matters when it comes down to it. When the outer layers are stripped away. When in life comes a time to really count and show what we are made of.

  2. Andrea Willets says

    Yes, I so relate to this last piece,
    “I want to know if you can be alone
    with yourself
    and if you truly like the company you keep
    in the empty moments.”

    It just hits me square in the center of my soul. Because I ask my self that question when I am alone and grappling with the space of aloneness. And then when I fine the most intimate deeply connected space within that is much larger than my human life, where I am one with everything and my Great Spirit…I know that I am home to self and all others, no matter what it seems like in my physical world…here in lies the truth. The company I keep is most sacred and loving.

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