Dillie, Author at LitNet

Dillie

&lt;P&gt;The Invitation by Oriah&lt;BR&gt;It doesn’t interest me&lt;BR&gt;what you do for a living.&lt;BR&gt;I want to know&lt;BR&gt;what you ache for&lt;BR&gt;and if you dare to dream&lt;BR&gt;of meeting your heart’s longing.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;It doesn’t interest me&lt;BR&gt;how old you are.&lt;BR&gt;I want to know &lt;BR&gt;if you will risk &lt;BR&gt;looking like a fool&lt;BR&gt;for love&lt;BR&gt;for your dream&lt;BR&gt;for the adventure of being alive.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;It doesn’t interest me&lt;BR&gt;what planets are &lt;BR&gt;squaring your moon...&lt;BR&gt;I want to know&lt;BR&gt;if you have touched&lt;BR&gt;the centre of your own sorrow&lt;BR&gt;if you have been opened&lt;BR&gt;by life’s betrayals&lt;BR&gt;or have become shrivelled and closed&lt;BR&gt;from fear of further pain.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I want to know&lt;BR&gt;if you can sit with pain&lt;BR&gt;mine or your own&lt;BR&gt;without moving to hide it&lt;BR&gt;or fade it&lt;BR&gt;or fix it.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I want to know&lt;BR&gt;if you can be with joy&lt;BR&gt;mine or your own&lt;BR&gt;if you can dance with wildness&lt;BR&gt;and let the ecstasy fill you &lt;BR&gt;to the tips of your fingers and toes&lt;BR&gt;without cautioning us&lt;BR&gt;to be careful&lt;BR&gt;to be realistic&lt;BR&gt;to remember the limitations&lt;BR&gt;of being human.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;It doesn’t interest me&lt;BR&gt;if the story you are telling me&lt;BR&gt;is true.&lt;BR&gt;I want to know if you can&lt;BR&gt;disappoint another&lt;BR&gt;to be true to yourself.&lt;BR&gt;If you can bear&lt;BR&gt;the accusation of betrayal&lt;BR&gt;and not betray your own soul.&lt;BR&gt;If you can be faithless&lt;BR&gt;and therefore trustworthy.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I want to know if you can see Beauty&lt;BR&gt;even when it is not pretty&lt;BR&gt;every day.&lt;BR&gt;And if you can source your own life&lt;BR&gt;from its presence.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I want to know&lt;BR&gt;if you can live with failure&lt;BR&gt;yours and mine&lt;BR&gt;and still stand at the edge of the lake&lt;BR&gt;and shout to the silver of the full moon,&lt;BR&gt;“Yes.”&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;It doesn’t interest me&lt;BR&gt;to know where you live&lt;BR&gt;or how much money you have.&lt;BR&gt;I want to know if you can get up&lt;BR&gt;after the night of grief and despair&lt;BR&gt;weary and bruised to the bone&lt;BR&gt;and do what needs to be done&lt;BR&gt;to feed the children.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;It doesn’t interest me&lt;BR&gt;who you know&lt;BR&gt;or how you came to be here.&lt;BR&gt;I want to know if you will stand&lt;BR&gt;in the centre of the fire&lt;BR&gt;with me&lt;BR&gt;and not shrink back.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;It doesn’t interest me&lt;BR&gt;where or what or with whom&lt;BR&gt;you have studied.&lt;BR&gt;I want to know &lt;BR&gt;what sustains you&lt;BR&gt;from the inside&lt;BR&gt;when all else falls away.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I want to know&lt;BR&gt;if you can be alone &lt;BR&gt;with yourself&lt;BR&gt;and if you truly like&lt;BR&gt;the company you keep&lt;BR&gt;in the empty moments.&lt;/P&gt;

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