The Invitation is a prose poem by Oriah Mountain Dreamer.
Middle Aged (35-54)
North American, South African
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the invitation by Aurea Mountain Dreamer. It doesn't interest mean what you do for a living. I want to know what you take 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 center of your own sorrow. If you've been opened my life's betrayals where have become shriveled and closed from fear or further pain, I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own without moving to hide it or faded 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're 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 portray your own soul if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy, I want to know if you can see beauty even if it's 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 leg 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 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.