Happy Love Day
You may find this surprising, but I'm actually not the biggest Valentine's Day fan. It's true, corny, sentimental me doesn't *love* this holiday! To me, it just seems so contrived and I'd much rather have someone celebrate their love for me on any (every?) other day than the one where Hallmark says that you should. But, this year, I was totally bowled over by something sweet that was done for me. It was such a thoughtful, genuine gesture that clearly came from the heart and has, perhaps, made me a convert to this holiday.
Happy Love Day, everyone : )
And since my last poem was kind of anti-love, here's an appropriate one for today...
The Invitation
It doesnt 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 doesnt 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 doesnt 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 lifes 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, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesnt 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 hear 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 its not pretty, everyday,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 the lake and shout to the silvers of the full moon YES!
It doesnt interest me to know where you live, or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up,after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesnt interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand on the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesnt 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
Happy Love Day, everyone : )
And since my last poem was kind of anti-love, here's an appropriate one for today...
The Invitation
It doesnt 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 doesnt 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 doesnt 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 lifes 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, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesnt 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 hear 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 its not pretty, everyday,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 the lake and shout to the silvers of the full moon YES!
It doesnt interest me to know where you live, or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up,after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesnt interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand on the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesnt 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
posted by Leah at
12:42 p.m.
4 Comments:
i think that you are a tease leah. how can you hint at such things and not just spill the freakin' beans to us lady? geez.
Sharing the sweetness with all of us non-converts would be appreciated!
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i agree i want to know what the skeezer did. :P
And i love that poem by oriah mountain dreamer. My reiki master gave me a copy once... so powerful.
You rock.
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