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Thread: The Seasons
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07-16-2019, 11:03 PM #1111
...a yearning sigh...
...and maybe...there are seasons...
...and maybe...they change...
...and maybe...to love is not so strange...
Things come to pass
But the memories stay*
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07-17-2019, 11:15 PM #1112
...a pending poem...
...until there is...it's pending still...
Things come to pass
But the memories stay*
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07-19-2019, 08:27 AM #1113
...an alluring serenade...
Things come to pass
But the memories stay*
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07-20-2019, 07:20 AM #1114
...where the ocean meets the sky...
*For a childhood memory...long long ago...
Things come to pass
But the memories stay*
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07-21-2019, 08:21 AM #1115
...why don't you like my whys?
- Are you mad?
- Nope.
- Are you sad?
- Nuh-uh.
- Then what is it?
- You took my sweet away.
- What sweet?
- I used to hold you in my arms when you were born. Now you're getting so big and I can't do that anymore.
- Well, we still can hug.
- They're totally different things.
- What differrent?
- Hold is stay. Hug is go. You can hug anybody then go but not-not-not when you're holding a baby.
- Why not?
- Baby's gonna waah-waah-waah.
- Let it waah then.
- Can't. My heart waah with it too.
- Ah, should we waah now?
- Ah, why not?
And hola-halo, both of these two busy jumping beans* try so hard to waah-waah loudly but proudly by the steps of the back door, breaking the lazy quietness of J-morning...
From an opened window of the kitchen, cookingbreakfastMom & settingtableDad hah-hah laugh and start talking about "submitting" them to that kids' acting class in their community. Who knows, they might be the next famous version of - uhm,Tazan&babyJane?**
Things come to pass
But the memories stay*
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07-22-2019, 11:13 PM #1116
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07-23-2019, 02:03 PM #1117
...dreams are for weaving...
Things come to pass
But the memories stay*
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07-24-2019, 11:15 AM #1118
...and shout to the silver of the full moon...
The Invitation*
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
Oriah Mountain Dreamer
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"The Invitation" is a prose poem of Oriah Mountain Dreamer. Many years after the poem was written and had become famous, the author wrote a book based on the poem - The Invitation (1999).
Oriah is a spiritual counselor and story teller, among other things. This poem offers an invitation to every single one of us to "show up" in the universe. She reminds us that we do not serve the universe by being small. Rather, we serve the universe by making the most out of our lives.
Things come to pass
But the memories stay*
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07-26-2019, 11:43 PM #1119
...a thousand years passed...
Things come to pass
But the memories stay*
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07-28-2019, 06:35 AM #1120
...beating the drum...beating my heart...
Things come to pass
But the memories stay*