Oriah Mountain Dreamer It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon… I want to know if you can sit with pain I want to know if you can be with joy It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me I want to know if you can see Beauty I want to know if you can live with failure It doesn’t interest me It doesn’t interest me who you know It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom I want to know if you can be alone
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
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.
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
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.
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.
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
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.
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.
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
The Invitation
Posted by Eagle at 5:49 PM
Labels: . Romantic
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