"The Invitation"
"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 betrayal
or have become shriveled 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 failing to be realistic,
or to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you're 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 trustworthy.
I want to know if you can se beauty
even when the face is not pretty,
and if you can find grace for your living from that beauty.
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 grief,
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 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, Indian Elder
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 betrayal
or have become shriveled 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 failing to be realistic,
or to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you're 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 trustworthy.
I want to know if you can se beauty
even when the face is not pretty,
and if you can find grace for your living from that beauty.
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 grief,
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 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, Indian Elder