The Invitation

Okay, here is my confession, never to be repeated for fear of recriminations – I find poetry boring. I know it is the language of the soul. Live and let live, so enjoy poetry, don’t make me enjoy it for your sake. BUT… this speaks to my soul of my soul, yet it is the words of another’s soul… a very beautiful soul of another!
Read it and… that’s up to you.

Pluranian RamBull!ngs

by allisonpurves

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…

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