• Theresa Camozzi

The Poem That Pulls Me Forward

I got an email this evening: an invitation to join an email poetry collective. Nothing complicated, just a bunch of strangers sending each other a poem that has affected them in difficult times.


This poem by Oriah Mountain Dreamer immediately flew into my mind. I thought I'd share it with you all as well.


The Invitation by Oriah


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.

© 2023 by Dr. Theresa Camozzi