The Dark Moon – a planting moon – a dreamtime moon – the dark part of my journey. The absence of light forcing me to look within because I can’t look without. These words came to me while ruminating on this treasure I found to share. I discovered “The Invitation” buried in an old box during my recent excavations. I find it a beautiful meditation for those who are undertaking the path to personal transformation, daring to rock their boats – or – bail out, challenging status quo, deciding to wake up and be who they are – then undertaking the journey to that particular manifestation.
To me – it feels like my older wiser self is giving me foundational clues for a genuinely authentic relationship with myself and others. I hope you enjoy it and are perhaps inspired….
Oriah Mountain Dreamer – Indian Elder
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 dreams,
for the adventure of being.
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 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 a human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling 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 be trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see the beauty even when it’s 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 and mine,
and still stand on the edge of a 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 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.