Tell Me, What Matters Most?

 It’s very seldom that I encounter a book that awakens my senses, and when I do — I’d like to share it. Maybe, just maybe! It may touch other peoples lives like it touched mine… 

As the worlds flowed I recognized a voice that has always been there within me:  the voice that passionately seeks life’s purpose; the voice of a tired heart that longs for real intimacy and deep rest; the voice that asks me fully present with it all — the pain and the joy, the beauty and the sorrow, the inner silence and the noise of the world.

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 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.

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6 comments

  1. eric aka senor enrique · September 4, 2007

    Wow! I’d love to get a copy of this book. I probably will 🙂

    Thanks for sharing, Nell.

  2. sardonicnell · September 4, 2007

    hello eric, thanks for the visit and for the kind words. hope you’d be able to get a copy of this book and get inspired as well. God bless =)

  3. cee cee · September 4, 2007

    friend, can i borrow after your done reading it? i need to get inspired (LOL).

  4. sardonicnell · September 4, 2007

    oo naman! im on the last couple pages na. i’ll let you know when im done so you can come and pick it up. and also, would you mind if i get ‘the historian’ book back, my cousin wants to borrow it kasi. thanks, friend =)

  5. Meeya · September 8, 2007

    ang ganda naman. natameme ako after reading it, hehe. pero i’m glad to say na i answered YES sa final “question”. 🙂 thanks for sharing!

  6. sardonicnell · September 8, 2007

    eye opening and touching noh, meeya! glad you like it =)

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