Oriah Mountain Dreamer


 

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 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.