The Invitation

The Invitation 2

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, be realistic, 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.

I was at a Touch For Health course and my instructor gave me as well as my fellow class mates a copy of this powerful poem. This poem has touched me in a way that no other poem has. Just like my instructor did, I thought I would share its wisdom and truth with you guys. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.




3 responses to “The Invitation

  1. Holy cow… That hit home HARD. This poem is beautiful! I’m considering using it as an “hi, nice to meet you, please answer these questions so I immediately know if I like you” kinda thing. Do you know who wrote it? Thanks for sharing! X

    • Tell me about it. Hence why it is my new favourite poem.
      That is a good idea but don’t be surprised if most people response with a no. It is sad but it is probably going to happen – many people have lost sight of what is truly important in this world.
      You can just type ‘The Invitation By Oriah Mountain Dreamer’ into google. I am not 100% sure of the authors real name. πŸ™‚

      • I’m guessing it’s not the authors real name xD
        Using this poem when you meet people would make it easier to find the ones who have the same view – focus on what’s really important, please! – on life, right? Been thinking about that a lot lately so the poem resonated with me that way… I might just use it for my next paint-it-on-a-canvas-and-hang-it-on-my-bathroom-door-project instead! Thanks again πŸ™‚

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