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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 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 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 of fix it.

I want to know
if you can be with joy,
mine or your own,
if you can dance with
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 disapoint 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'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 a lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon.

It doesn't interst 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 dosen'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 dosen'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, Indian Elder ~
Original music composed by Tom Williams III,

Copyright 1996-98 Dreamsharer Music, Ltd.
Used With Permission.

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