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 like a fool for love, for
  • justagirl
    Crime fighting on rooftops by night.
    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 center 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 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.

    by Oriah Mountain Dreamer from her book THE INVITATION (c) 1999
  • sultrykitty
    Leo Sun/Cap Moon/Aquarius rising
    female from USA
    Meh, I just wanna know; boxers or briefs. Winking
  • justagirl
    Crime fighting on rooftops by night.
    Posted by sultrykitty
    Meh, I just wanna know; boxers or briefs. Winking
    LOL

  • sultrykitty
    Leo Sun/Cap Moon/Aquarius rising
    female from USA
    Posted by justagirl
    Posted by sultrykitty
    Meh, I just wanna know; boxers or briefs. Winking
    click to expand
    LOL



    LOL, I'm really not that deep. Tongue
  • justagirl
    Crime fighting on rooftops by night.
    The Dance

    I have sent you my invitation,
    the note inscribed on the palm of my hand by the fire of living.
    Don’t jump up and shout, “Yes, this is what I want! Let’s do it!”
    Just stand up quietly and dance with me.

    Show me how you follow your deepest desires,
    spiraling down into the ache within the ache,
    and I will show you how I reach inward and open outward
    to feel the kiss of the Mystery, sweet lips on my own, every day.

    Don’t tell me you want to hold the whole world in your heart.
    Show me how you turn away from making another wrong without abandoning yourself when
    you are hurt and afraid of being unloved.

    Tell me a story of who you are,
    and see who I am in the stories I live.
    And together we will remember that each of us always has a choice.

    Don’t tell me how wonderful things will be . . . some day.
    Show me you can risk being completely at peace,
    truly okay with the way things are right now in this moment,
    and again in the next and the next and the next. . .

    I have heard enough warrior stories of heroic daring.
    Tell me how you crumble when you hit the wall,
    the place you cannot go beyond by the strength of your own will.
    What carries you to the other side of that wall, to the fragile beauty of your own humanness?

    And after we have shown each other how we have set and kept the clear, healthy boundaries that
    help us live side by side with each other, let us risk remembering that we never stop silently
    loving those we once loved out loud.

    Take me to the places on the earth that teach you how to dance,
    the places where you can risk letting the world break your heart.
    And I will take you to the places where the earth beneath my feet and the stars overhead make
    my heart whole again and again.

    Show me how you take care of business without letting business determine who you are.
    When the children are fed but still the voices within and around us shout that soul’s desires have
    too high a price, let us remind each other that it is never about the money.

    Show me how you offer to your people and the world
    the stories and the songs you want our children’s children to remember.
    And I will show you how I struggle not to change the world, but to love it.

    Sit beside me in long moments of shared solitude,
    knowing both our absolute aloneness and our undeniable belonging.
    Dance with me in the silence and in the sound of small daily words,
    holding neither against me at the end of the day.

    And when the sound of all the declarations of our sincerest
    intentions has died away on the wind,
    dance with me in the infinite pause before the next great inhale of the breath that is breathing us all into being, not filling the emptiness from the outside or from within.

    Don’t say, “Yes!”
    Just take my hand and dance with me.

    © Oriah Mountain Dreamer, from the book The Dance, HarperONE, SanFrancisco, 2001
  • justagirl
    Crime fighting on rooftops by night.
    Adding one of my own hidden withing the thread lol

    I wrote this many years ago:

    Love is such a used thing.
    People use it to gain the upper hand.
    Tell someone " I love you" and you've pulled the string.

    Not me- not anymore.
    Too many people played and pulled the strings.

    The masters of the charade,
    Pretend to care
    pretned to love
    pretend to trust
    pretend to be a friend.

    It's all false,
    use others for their gain,
    fullfillment in their lives.
    Doesn't matter whom they hurt or destroy,
    As long as they get their fill.

    Lives shattered,
    Dreams lost,
    Hopes destroyed.

    Pick the pieces up one by one.
    Try to fit together again.
    Don't fit, will never fit again.
    Pieces were stolen by those trusted.

    Start again,
    Stay behind the walls.
    Saftey, no pain.
    Let no one enter.









  • justagirl
    Crime fighting on rooftops by night.
    Posted by DivaCanLeo
    Cliff notes?



    i like that poem by Oriah? lol

    plus i was debating on posting one of mine as i have not done so before lol
  • rabidtalker
    My natal chart is in my profile photos.
    Roses are Red
    Violets are blue
    I am and always been
    A fool for love that is true
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