an attempted homage to Oriah Mountain Dreamer’s “The Invitation”
Do you really think I would doubt the worth of your integrity
so very much as to assert that I expect you to complete me?
Is it not my very, appointed, task
to learn what on this earth fulfills me from the inside,
and only after having that divine knowledge of my own Self,
then see what intimacy I have that
I could maybe offer you?
Could I further deny you freedom by saying that I never want
to spend a day apart from you?
when I know full well that
I cannot always stand to remain in the company of
even my own Self sometimes?
Is it not better I simply say, I desire to share a wealth
of beautiful experiences with you, leaving the sentiment alone
and placed where it may blossom, in time as
weeping cherry branches eventually give way to a cascade of delight?
And would it be fair of me to request that you completely discount
your own lifetime of acquired experience
and hand to me upon a silver platter your entire world,
when we know the world is neither yours nor mine to give?
Is not our role to simply learn to enter, and
allow to pass, through honor built
of established trust, each the other
into our respective worlds, to take by the hand and run,
laughing, through the gardens we have planted of
the soul’s longing?
Likewise, would it not be a ridiculous insult to
your keen intelligence
for me to claim that I cannot live without you?
knowing full well that I am living, have lived, and
could live again that way?
Would you, though, accept the honesty of my words, if I were to say
that I have thought this over
and carefully listened to the messages the
cold north winds have gifted me
in the still of many moonlit nights, awake, troubled
and I have pondered, in quiet spaces inside, that while I am
perfectly capable of living apart from you,
Maybe, just maybe, somewhere, somehow, I just simply do not want to
any more?
Would you accept that as Truth, and listen
to what’s inside us both, maybe long enough to cautiously Take a Chance
with your scarred and wary and lonely heart
on a woman such as me?
I suppose when one has become scared the innocence that can be present in a relationship vanishes. A degree of cynicism may then be needed to sift through the soul and the soul of that person that you are taking the chance with. In the end it could be worth it, and a seasoned understanding that is beyond youth, and more aware of reality can develop.
'If I come to you, it is because I want to, not because I have to;
"It is because I want nothing less, nor need anything more;
"Can you want me in like manner?"
Lynne has already said it all. This straightforward honest look at this most tangled, deceit-fraught pursuit of the entire human experience is beyond mere wisdom.
This is the type of writing that really makes me dig deeper into this thing we refer to as "Love". I actually re-read this and the clear, important messages within leapt out at me. Your way of expressing them is flawless, absolutely dead-on correct. I will share this with my daughters because this has no age barrier. This is EXACTLY how we should (as young girls) be taught to love another. I'm bowing to you for helping to bring such clarity on a very distorted image of what it means to be in love. Again, another inspiring, well penned piece.
Lynne
It charms with its refusal to follow the conventional road of romantic declarations, with its mature realism, with is frank admission of desire... Enough to melt any heart...
This is beautiful - but I'm having trouble adequately explaining why I think so!
I guess I find it so beautiful because it really shows a type of love that is so deep because you have cared enough to really examine your feelings instead of just offering up the usual generic phrases without thinking about what they really mean.
This is brimming with imagery that reflects the apprehension that is twined between the lines. It is mature, it seems timeless. My favorite line "weeping cherry branches eventually give way to a cascade of delight".
I suppose when one has become scared the innocence that can be present in a relationship vanishes. A degree of cynicism may then be needed to sift through the soul and the soul of that person that you are taking the chance with. In the end it could be worth it, and a seasoned understanding that is beyond youth, and more aware of reality can develop.
Struck some resounding chords in me
I met my alter ego when I was seventy and she ten years younger both of us scarred by experience but we dared to take a chance and won
Bilingual (English and Spanish) poet, essayist, novelist, grant writer, editor, and technical writer working in Central America.
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