Ok. This has a point, read it first and then think about what I ask after it. (I DID NOT WRITE THIS POEM, ALRIGHT!?) The Invitation 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 be realistic 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. <div align=right>(Oriah Mountain Dreamer)</div> This poem was read to me by someone, and it hit me very very hard. What I want to know, is how would you feel, if someone close (or maybe not, who knows) read this to you. Would you go all warm inside? Want to punch the persons lights out? What would you do..? (Pointless I know, but I like it )
Hmm. That's a tough question. I never usually react with violence, and I really don't get warm inside but once or twice a year, so that's out. I'd say I'd react with a long bout of silence and then sit down and just think about my life and how I can live better. And I'd also think of the future.
Hmmm, very profound. I believe the answer is "Perhaps, we shall see..." It was intresting, but know the chemist says I have to leave so I won't be coming back for awhile + Prisoner Omar
that was an awesome poem...and i guess, the only thing i can say is that it really makes you think, and i like things that make you think...i would probably reconsider a lot of things....kinda doing that now even