Friday, July 21, 2006
Waxing Reflective...
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 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 centre 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 having 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, or to
remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story your're 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.
I want to know
if you can be faithful 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 life from God's presence.
I want to know
if you can live with failures, yours and mine,
and still stand on the edge of the lake and
shout to the silver of the 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 for the children.
It doesn't interest me who you are, 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 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.
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This is beautiful, Dale. It really says a lot about what we should consider valuable and not about our lives and ourselves. Most times we consider the not-so-important things as the most important. Very deep, as they say!
ReplyDeleteI like poetry that says something special and interesting and I can go, "a-ha! I understand! Brilliant."
I want to know
ReplyDeletewhat you ache for, and
if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
Amen to that! I love this! It reminded me today that I am not what I do at my job.
Thanks Dale! Have a great weekend!
Thanks MB & Lionel
ReplyDeleteIt's being comfortable with & true to one's self...
So true, which leads me to the very obvious truth that I am in some ways, at 41, still uncomfortable with who I am...can you see the real me???
ReplyDeleteHave a great weekend! And thank you for ALL the comments you have left on my blog! Who says you can't have virtual friends!!
Long Live Rock!
Hi Dale,
ReplyDeleteThat is very beautiful! and it's true! What we do in our lives doesn't make us who we are.
Lionel, I feel the same way too, but one thing I know now is that if anybody doesn't accept the real me, they are not my real friends.
Have a great weekend!
wouldn't the world be a better place if everyone lived by these simple standerds...in this world of high consumerisms..and low values...that was so beautiful dale really hits a nerve...the hands might be empty but if the heart is full...how rich am i...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteSo hey, Mrs. Debt Free - you're learnign to play the bass? Giddy up!
Dale, what a penetrating poem...the values seem so simple but are, in fact, very hard to live by in today's society. Being true to yourself is so, so important, but sometimes pressure from around us makes easier to taek the line of least resistance.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for publishing this..a beautiful way of reminding us about the importance of true integrity..xx