...just human with no effort...
It doesn..t interest me
what you do for living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your hearts 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 beeing alive.
It doesn..t interest me what planet are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
if you have been opend by life 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 ecstacy fill you to the tips
of your fingers and toes,
without cautioning us to be
careful..
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 or mine -
an 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 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 truely like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
