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The Invitation
by Oriah
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.
I t 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 betrayals 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
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’s 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 on 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
center of 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.
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