The Invitation

Salaam and Greetings of Peace:

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 a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventures 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 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 tell 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 be 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, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of a 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 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 hours.


From Dreams of Desire (1995) by Oriah House, a Canadian woman. The original is HERE.

With thanks to Kozi Wolf for posting it first.

Ya Haqq!


10 Responses to The Invitation

  1. jahandost says:

    This is beautiful, a great find br, Irving.

  2. Maliha says:

    I love it! thanks for sharing will check out her site for more.

  3. Shiraz says:

    Very moving. Thanks for sharing it! :) It’s not always easy to accept the full range of human emotions and life’s ups and downs, but we do try!

  4. jamilalighthouse says:

    Wow, it is amazing.

  5. Suroor says:

    Beautiful! Thank you so much for sharing. Thank you!

  6. umarah says:

    hmm.i m reading ur blog for the first time n its a bit confusing.u seem really at peace wid urself n apparently u r also a part or follower of ur pir dr u mind explaining how it all i need to buy books in order to understand this sufiism?thank you

  7. darvish says:

    Dear Umarah:

    Thank you for the kind words :) Books are only signposts on the Sufi path. They can point you in the right direction, but cannot aid you in walking. That you will have to do for yourself. If it would help, try my book Master of the Jinn, a Sufi novel that might be helpful in understanding the etiquette and discipline of the path.

    Ya Haqq!

  8. almiskeenah says:

    Assalamu alaikum Dear Brother Irving,
    I have printed this poignant entry out and given/giving to so many as well as emailing, JazakumuLlahu khairan, and to Kozi Wolf….Insha’Allah I will that site too.
    Wassalamu alaikum

  9. Abdur Rahman says:

    Salaams Baba Darvish!

    Thank you for this. It’s beautiful. ma sha Allah

    Abdur Rahman

  10. Sumera says:

    I loved this. Thanks for sharing :)

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