The Invitation

This poem is not written by me which is why i have not posted it in the ‘My Poems’ category. . But i found the words so beautiful I want to share it with you. Reminds me a bit of “If” by Rudyard Kipling- my all time favourite peice of poetry.  Enjoy -)

The Invitation” by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

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
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 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 dosen’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here
I want to know if you will still stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back

It dosen’t interest me where 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

17 thoughts on “The Invitation”

  1. I wish to make my guy read this and ask him to answer honestly ;-))))))))))))))))))))))

    I want to know if you will still stand
    in the centre of the fire
    with me
    and not shrink back

    This is one of the best things i have read in a very long time!!

    Thanks for sharing this with us..

  2. Is it possible to find someone like this? I mean is it practical to look for someone like this? Which planet do they come from? Please help me find one

  3. Dont know why, but these days I hate reading poems, simply due to the fact that most poems portray despair or a search for something, or broken love or anything that is pessimistic. Gone are the days of Daffodils, Enoch Arden!

  4. I agree with Suresh.Your blog is really an inspiration, Suchitra.Dear Ghost Rider, you need not see only despair and pessimism in the poem.See the philosophical aspect of it.I was really impressed by some stanzas in the poem, especially,” I want you know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty and if you can source your own life from its presence.” Ofcourse, a loving mother can do it for her child. Even for a crow, its child will be beautiful and attractive.Another stanza that attracted me is “It does not interest me………………I want to know if you can get up…….. and do what needs to be done to feed the children. beautiful question. Modern mothers would not understand the inner feeling of old fashioned mothers.They are concerned about their children’s welfare till the end of their lives.They live only for their children.. Another stanza.”I want to know if you can be alone…… you keep in the empty moments.” Such poems touch your heart. Keep it up, Suchitra.All the Best.

  5. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself
    and if you truly like the company you keep
    in the empty moments

    This is lovely…

  6. This one is for you…

    Sometimes I get to thinking, and I wish that day by day,

    I could leave a touch of happiness and sunshine on my way,

    I wish I had the kind of heart, that knows others needs, and could show my understanding too,

    but not just in words but deeds,

    I wish I could always be kind, warm and true,

    In other words I wish I could be like you

  7. Without reading the whole poem.. or the comments…. i wish to communicate…

    Questions i have asked myself from perhaps birth:

    I wish to just know who i am
    I wish to just know where i am going
    I wish to just know what is my truth….
    doesnt matter if if my truth does not show me greatness in the understood term of the word
    I wish to know when i talk to a god who am i talking to?
    i wish to know the the secret behind the illusion of life…
    I wish to dissolve the illusion…. and i knew, when i comprehend it, there is nothing called illusion
    i come and came from faith! i lost myself in my journey and finally found myself…
    I found my power when i realised that i was a spiritual being in the current form
    I got trapped when i thought i was the human in search of spirituality! That there was a GOD who decided!
    I now rejoice in LIFE itself! and in myself! i am thank GOD not a fluttering, crashing, hating, angsting living doll! Thanx to Cliff Richards lyrics!
    i dont know what gender the eunuch is referred to as…i am genderless… JUST a being!

    Someones comment i just connnected with…….. Suchitra your blog is an inspiration….

  8. Hi, Suchitra. Would like to talk to you. About the creative passion you have. If you have some time please write to me. thanks

  9. hey,
    saw ur poem in other section…
    postin somethin written by me..
    lemme know ur thoughts on this…

    Smiling for no reason,

    Blushing like spring season.

    Remembering someone each second,

    You actually dnt miss him coz u cant forget him.

    This is d best part of life wen someone actually becomes ur life.

    Talking for hours,which seems to be a few secnds..

    U wanna listen more than talk..

    U wanna listen to his each and every word and want him to go on and on…

    Wanna share every thing wid him and only him…

    This is d best part of life,wen someone actually becomes ur life..

    The feeling itself is so special…

    You aren’t bothered about others..

    The mind isn’t interested in anything,

    His thoughts make the heart sing..

    Its only him who u care about

    The others are always under doubt..

    The heart beats real fast wen it sees his name,

    Is dis any trick or some kinda game..

    Fighting on small things and arguing for no reason are signs of love,

    People ask is everything alrite,

    I smile and pass by….leaving dem cofused…

    All dese are d changes dat take place wen u dnt remain urself

    This is the best part of life,wen someone actually becomes ur life.

    This is how u will later on cherish your love for lifetime…

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