Jeg elsker ordsprog, digte, citater og vise ord. Jeg synes det er dybt fascinerende, hvordan nogle mennesker har en gave til at udtrykke følelser på en måde, så det virker som om de har læst dine tanker eller i virkeligheden endnu dybere – dine følelser, som du endnu ikke selv har kunne sætte ord på.
Nogle gange kan ord sættes sammen på en måde så de inspirerer og rører noget dybt inde i en, noget som man gerne vil udforske og kikke nærmere på. Jeg er faldet over et digt som jeg synes er helt fantastisk. Hvor ville jeg dog ønske at flere af os havde det mod ❤
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 your will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the aventure of beeing alive.
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 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’s 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 and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes.”
It oesn’t interest me 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 would 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 fall away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the emty moments.
Livets Træ/Gitte 🙂