The Invitation - by 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 centre of your own sorrow.
If you have been opened by life’s betrayals,
or have become shrivelled 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 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 and mine
and still stand at 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 centre 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.