POVABILO  Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Ne zanima me, s čim si služiš kruh.
Rada bi vedela, po čem hrepeniš
in ali si upaš sanjati,
da si izpolniš to srčno hrepenenje.

Ne zanima me, koliko si star.
Rada bi vedela, ali boš tvegal,
da te bodo drugi imeli za bedaka
zaradi tvoje ljubezni, zaradi tvojih sanj,
zaradi pustolovščine tvojega življenja.

Ne zanima me, kateri planeti
so v kvadratu s tvojo Luno.

Želim vedeti, ali si se dotaknil
središča svoje bridkosti, ali te je življenje
s svojimi izdajstvi odprlo ali pa te je strlo
in si se zaprl, da te ne bi dosegla nobena bolečina več.

Rada bi vedela, ali lahko mirno obsediš z bolečino
– mojo ali svojo ne da bi jo poskusil
skriti, zabrisati ali odpraviti.

Vedeti hočem, ali znaš živeti z radostjo, mojo ali
tvojo lastno, ali lahko razposajeno plešeš in
dovoliš, da te zanos preplavi do konic prstov na
rokah in nogah, ne da bi nas druge opominjal,
da moramo biti previdni in realni, da se moramo
zavedati omejenosti človeškega bivanja.

Ne zanima me, ali je zgodba, ki mi jo
pripoveduješ, resnična.

Rada bi vedela, ali si upaš
razočarati drugega, da bi ostal zvest sebi; ali lahko
preneseš, da si obtožen izdajstva, ne da bi izdal
svojo dušo; ali lahko ostaneš brez upanja
in vseeno vreden zaupanja.

Vedeti hočem, ali lahko vidiš lepoto, vsak dan,
tudi kadar ni ljubka in ali lahko napajaš
svoje življenje iz njene navzočnosti.

Vedeti hočem, ali lahko živiš z neuspehom
svojim in mojim, pa še vedno obstojiš ob robu
jezera in zavpiješ proti Lunini srebrnini:” Da!”

Ne zanima me, kje živiš in koliko denarja imaš.
Rada bi vedela, ali se po noči žalosti in obupa,
izmučen in premražen do kosti, lahko dvigneš
in narediš, kar je treba, da nahraniš otroke.

Ne zanima me, koga poznaš, niti kako si se znašel
tukaj. Zanima me, ali boš pripravljen stati
z menoj sredi ognja, ne da bi se umaknil.

Ne zanima me niti kje, niti kaj, niti pri kom si se
učil.

Rada bi vedela, kaj te podpira od znotraj,
ko je vsega drugega konec.

Rada bi vedela, ali znaš biti sam s seboj, in ali ti
je všeč družba, ki jo imaš v trenutkih praznine.

 

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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.

By Oriah © Mountain Dreaming,
from the book The Invitation
published by HarperONE, San Francisco,
1999 All rights reserved

 

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POVABILO  Oriah Mountain Dreamer Ne zanima me, s čim si služiš kruh. Rada bi vedela, po čem hrepeniš in ali si upaš sanjati, da si izpolniš to srčno hrepenenje. Ne zanima me, koliko si star. Rada bi vedela, ali boš tvegal, da te bodo drugi imeli za bedaka zaradi tvoje ljubezni, zaradi tvojih sanj, zaradi pustolovščine tvojega življenja. Ne...