Monday, December 25, 2006

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.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

it's a feel good thing

Sometimes some things happen to you that makes you feel so nice. You don’t even know why. All you know is that the feeling is true. You feel so good from deep down inside that makes you feel exhilarated, liberated and so extremely happy; Joy of the highest possible degree. People might call you weird and stupid. But that doesn’t matter, because you’re as happy as can be. It’s the feeling and also the freedom to enjoy the feeling that makes you feel so great. And don’t try to find the reason, because there is no one reason. Maybe there is no reason at all. Maybe it’s not possible to reason it out because the joy is in the feeling as a whole. Don’t try to analyze it or explain it – that will only spoil the effect. The emotion is so strong and you are so sure of it that even though the moment has passed, the feeling still lingers, and you can always come back to it and feel it all over again with the same power and intensity.

But it’s a happy feeling and so, you cannot keep it to yourself. Grief can manage on its own, but when you’re happy, you need someone to share it with, because that is when you can feel it best. The feeling is so much more big and the joy so much more great when you can find someone who can relate to it and understand it. It then goes into a different level altogether. And once you have found someone with whom you can share such a feeling, then its like you’ve come to the end of a journey. Once the feeling is there and its felt, then words become redundant. You can sit with him all day long, not say a single word and still feel that it’s the best conversation you’ve ever had. But it’s important that you share the feeling, because talking about it or knowing what it is, is different from actually feeling it. It’s like the difference between watching a porn movie and actually making love.

They talk a lot about soul mates these days - the perfect match, your other half. But the way I see it you don’t always look for someone to complete you; at least I don’t. Maybe all you need is someone wit whom you can share your incompleteness. A perfect match is not when the perfect couple come together; It’s when an imperfect couple learn to enjoy their differences.

21 Nov, 2006

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