


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 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 the sorrow ...
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or
have become shriveled and closed from
fear or 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 you to be careful,
be realistic
or 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.


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 great 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 here.
I want to know if you'll 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





