The Invitation - Oriah

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 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....dance with wildness and
let 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 hear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your
own soul...

I want to know if you can see beauty, even if it's not pretty,
every day, and if you 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 the
night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone,
and do what needs to be done...

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be
here.  I want to know if you can 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.

Oriah
From: The Invitation

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Art - Woman Dancing in the Fire
(looking down from above, her arms and hands held out
in front of her)
Done with Craypas oils and fingers

c.2012