:The InvitationPosted: May 29, 2008 Filed under: DRambles on Black Mountain Leave a comment
Yesterday morning right after hitting the Publish (ah..publish..doesn’t that sound cool..publish) button for the Live! entry, I sent myself an email. The subject line was The Invitation.
In the summer of 2004 Jason introduced me to this piece, which is published in a book by the same name. I loved it! I had a copy with me when I went to St. Louis in October 2004 to present the Gompa dogs, for the first time, in public. I was nervous about everything…which seems very silly in retrospect. That, however, doesn’t change how I felt then. I didn’t want people to judge them. I wanted people to see what I saw in them. The Invitation, for some reason, helped me deal with the feelings prior – days, weeks and months – to the presentation.
|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 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
I want to know if you can be with joy
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
It doesn’t interest me
It doesn’t interest me who you know
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
I want to know if you can be alone
© 1995 by Oriah House, From “Dreams Of Desire”