The Invitation




This poem has significantly touched my soul from the very first moment that I read it. We should all ask ourselves and others in our lives these deep, profound and meaningful questions…Are you willing to be vulnerable and raw and real with someone?

Are you willing to let down your guard, your walls, your defenses, and be open to letting someone really in — all the way in — to see all of your light and dark places, the shadows and the mysterious parts that you try to hide?

Relationships should be full of emotion, and a fierce, fiery passion to deeply know each another. We have a soul-deep yearning inside of us all to connect on a level that makes us feel free to admit our biggest fears and to be there beside one another through all of life’s glories and sorrows. Connection is what we need. To understand and to be understood. Do you feel safe to be completely real and not be judged or shamed for who you are at your core?

No one wants a lukewarm relationship. It must feel like you are coming alive together. Intimacy is a beautiful energy and when we allow ourselves to surrender to the feelings of intimacy we allow ourselves to go deeper and really open up we will be living our truest life — an awakened life.

Most people have in instinctual fear of intimacy. Especially after being hurt in relationships in the past. Betrayals and being hurt when you were vulnerable with someone may have caused you to retreat into your wall of protection. But, there is no way to truly love again unless you take the risk to open up to someone again.

If you are afraid, it’s time to face the fear and let someone in. Invite them in.

Because when two souls connect – heart, mind, body, and soul – it is something truly magical to behold. Seek it. Don’t settle for anything less, folks. Let yourself be stunned by the beauty of a true, soulful connection. Let yourself come alive again. Let love in.


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 center of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shriveled 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,

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.

By Oriah © Mountain Dreaming,
from the book The Invitation
published by HarperONE, San Francisco,
1999 All rights reserved





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