Monday, June 14, 2010

The invitation.

I came across this on the net yesterday. A beautiful piece of writing.


An Indian Elder speaks:
Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Indian Elder, May 1994

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 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, or 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.
I want to know if you can be faithful 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 life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours or mine, and still stand on the edge of a 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 for the children.
It doesn't interest me who you are, 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.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

this is beautiful :-)

- another gypsy

Concerned citizen said...

i often wonder what if you strip a man off his job, his bank balance, his club memberships, his servants, his gadgets, his credit cards, his religion, his caste, his community, everything that plays a role in contributing to his identity - what would he talk about, what would he think, what would he do...I think the wise old man wants to know who we really are...and perhaps, we must disengage ourselves from all these self-imposed attachments to find out...