生活的邀請(qǐng)函

> 奧里亞·蒙頓·德里默

我不在乎你如何謀生，

只想知道你有何渴望，

是否敢追逐心中夢(mèng)想。

我不關(guān)心你年方幾何，

只想知道

面對(duì)愛(ài)情和夢(mèng)想，

你是否會(huì)無(wú)所保留，

像個(gè)傻瓜般投入得透徹。

生命的背叛，

在你心口上劃開(kāi)缺口，

熱情逐日消減，

恐懼籠罩心田。

我想知道，

你能否和傷痛共處，

用不著掩飾，

或刻意忘卻，

更別把它封堵。

我想知道，

你能否和快樂(lè)共舞，

翩翩起舞，

無(wú)拘無(wú)束，

從嘴唇，

到指尖，

到腳趾頭都把熱情傾注。

這一刻，

忘記謹(jǐn)小慎微，現(xiàn)實(shí)殘酷，

忘記生命的束縛。

我想知道，

你能否從每天平淡的點(diǎn)滴中發(fā)現(xiàn)美麗，

能否從生命的跡象中

尋找到自己生命的意義。

我想知道，

你能否坦然面對(duì)失敗，

——你的或者我的，

即使失敗，

也能屹立湖畔，

對(duì)著一輪銀色滿月呼喊：

“我可以！”

我想知道，

當(dāng)悲傷和絕望

整夜躑躅，

當(dāng)疲倦襲來(lái)，

傷口痛徹入骨，

你能否再次爬起來(lái)，

為生活付出。

我不關(guān)心你認(rèn)識(shí)何人，

為什么在此處。

我想知道，

生命之火熊熊燃燒時(shí)，

你是否敢和我一起，

站在火焰中央，

凜然不怵。

我不關(guān)心你在哪里

受什么教育，

我想知道，

當(dāng)一切都背棄了你，

是什么

將你支撐著前行。

我想知道，

你是否經(jīng)受得住孤獨(dú)，

空虛時(shí)，

你是否真正熱愛(ài)獨(dú)處。

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###?**The Invitation**

> Oriah Mountain Dreamer

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.