The Invitation

Oriah Mountain Dreamer

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 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
be realistic
to remember the limitations of being a 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 be trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
everyday.
And if you can source your own life
from it's 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 a 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 truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.

The Invitation
Comments welcome.
All contents copyright (C) 1995, Oriah Mountain Dreamer
All rights reserved.

Oriah writes:

While I am pleased that this piece, The Invitation, has spoken
to many others and happy that it is being shared, I would ask
that you honor the original by sharing it as it was written.

I am a teacher and writer living in Toronto with my two teenage
sons. While my family history includes stories of Scottish,
German and Native American descent, I am a Canadian woman, and
not an "Indian elder" as has sometimes been reported, being
neither old enough or wise enough to claim the status of "elder"
for any people. I have had the priviledge of studying with and
learning from the wisdom of Native American elders who gave me
the medicine name, Mountain Dreamer. My first book, Confessions
of a Spiritual Thrillseeker is currently out of print. I am now
working on a book entitled The Invitation, expanding on the
thoughts and teachings held within this smaller piece. Dreams of
Desire is a small collection of poetry only available through
Mountain Dreaming.

Oriah Mountain Dreamer
From Dreams of Desire (1995)
© 1995 by Oriah House. All Rights Reserved.
Published by Mountain Dreaming
300 Coxwell Avenue, Box 22546
Toronto, Ontario
Canada M4L 2A0

Revised: January 25, 1999
URL: http://www.oocities.org/Athens/Acropolis/1915

Please note that I did not write
The Invitation.
This was done by one wiser than I.
Thank you Oriah Mountain Dreamer
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