Dear Friends,
This is a poem that really speaks to my heart. Yesterday was the anniversary of my Mother’s death. That, plus Mother’s Day, has me in a place of contemplation.
I hope you get something from this wonderful piece.

The Invitation
by Oriah

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 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.

By Oriah © Mountain Dreaming,
from the book The Invitation

Tagged with:
 

6 Responses to The Invitation

  1. Dawn says:

    Hi Pat,, what a wonderful poem. I lost my mother 6 years ago June 18th from pancreatic cancer. The grief never goes away, just doesn’t sting as hard as time goes by.. May memories of your mom keep a smile on your face.

  2. Rhodes22 says:

    Nice poem Pat
    It takes on new meaning with each read
    Thanks for sharing – a fellow double nickel

  3. Bea Reese says:

    I told other people about the inspriring Oprah poem.I am a script supervisor in Berlin (originally from Holland)-
    can you help me to work on the “Flickering Light” in Berlin!

    Best regards and have a nice day- wishes you Bea Reese

  4. Richard Patterson says:

    You have a wonderful facebook page and you seem like a very beautiful woman that would make any man proud to have your love…..as long as he worked to earn and keep it.
    I have been a Babylon 5 fan for years and watching the show again is like visiting friends again. I have just heard J. Michael’s explanation for Michael <O'Hare's leaving the show and I cried for the pain he maust have gone through plus the misundestanding..
    His passing affected me as I thought Commander Sinclair was a great character rising above his problems and handling everything else with caring and inntelligence.
    Ms. Tallman you were a wonderful part of a great show and I thank you..
    I wish you all the best.,
    With respect
    Richard

  5. Jules says:

    Awesome poem. It is so hard to live up to that message. I can see how it would resonate with you. My life is richer from having met you at Phoenix Comicon!!!

  6. geraldthorp says:

    a beautiful and moving ballad, pat! loss can also open us up There is also something of
    the sublime, yes? that completes the circle and life is all the more precious at someones passing. You appreciate the lyrical poets, i suspect…we have a friend who lives with her pirate husband from cornwall who used to guide in the bigs ships there and jody was inner circle poetry…..they live in Main on a farm they call Tregellys Farm where they raise the wool and dye their own and eddy has a loom….he spends time in tibet smuggling dissidents out…and she still rights……you can find her work under the name Pamela Stewart.. here is a link http://www.poetry.com/poets/5358-Pam%20Stewart/20712-Remember

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>