The Invitation


by Princess

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 hearts 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 dreams, 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, be realistic, or 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.

I want to know if you can be faithful 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 life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours or mine, and still stand on the edge of a 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 for the children.

It doesn't interest me who you are, 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.


Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Indian Elder

May 1994



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Real life is...

by Mehman on

It is really hard to be as good and strong in real life as the poet suggests. I strive my best but I have my own shortcomings and I am far away from what the poem envisages...


Another brave man! :)

by Princess on

Bajebagh jan, I am delighted you liked Oriah's poem. 

bajenaghe naghi

princess jan

by bajenaghe naghi on

i liked your poem a lot. thanks for sharing it. 


Glad you liked it.

by Princess on

Nazy jan, let's never give up hope. I am convinced there are a few gems out there for people like us... ;)


Nazy, that one was good!!

by Souri on

"And my search for the one that says "Yes," continues!".....:O)

I'm sure Mehman would say : YEEEEEEEEEEES!! 

but we have to find him first :-))

Nazy Kaviani


by Nazy Kaviani on

And my search for the one that says "Yes," continues!

Thanks for sharing, Princess-e khoshgel!


Hopeless romantics??

by Princess on

Souri jan, Orang is absolutely right. Nobody in their right mind would blame you for saying no.

That was a nice story... how so very Shakespearean!! :) 


French lovers :O)

by Souri on

Orang jan,

I thought everybody would come here to discuss this matter, but alas, it seems that we three are the only romantic ones of this site!!

I want to tell you a story:

Long time ago in France, we were watching a movie all together with my French parents in law, whose marriage is based on a "love story"

In that movie, an old couple decided to drink a poisoned wine together so to die together at the same time, for not being alone, suffering one after the death of the other!

My father in law, after making a sigh, said: Oh, this is the most beautiful end for the lovers. I believe this is the greatest gift of love each person can give to his/her lover......

He hadn't finished his speech yet, when my mother in law, stared at him with a little smile and she said: well, don't count on me to go with you, I'm not drinking that wine with you!!

And we all laughed!


Orang Gholikhani

Le Panache

by Orang Gholikhani on

Souri Jan, 

Nobody is that strong but "Le Panache" would make say YES as Cyrano would say.

Listne your "French side" : "La beauté du geste" is important  even if after you are not enough stoing ;-)




by Souri on

I loved the poem, I think I'd already read it somewhere...

But my answer to these question is a : No!...I'm not that strong


Coming from a poet...

by Princess on

I am not at all surprised, my brave friend! :)

Orang Gholikhani

Nice poem

by Orang Gholikhani on

My answer is YES!