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 desire.

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 sorrow,

if you have been opened by life’s betrayals, or have become

shriveled and closed for the fear of future pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own,

without moving to hide it, 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 ecstasy fill you to the tips

of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful,

to be realistic, or to remember the limitations of human beings.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you’re telling me is true.

I want to know if you disappoint another to be true to yourself,

if you can bear the accusations 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 its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours or mine, and still

stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver 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 for

the children.

It doesn’t interest me to know who you are now 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)

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