We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience. ~ Teilhard de Chardin 

Indulge me for a moment, will ya?

  1. Pretend you’re an alien ready to remove its earthly shell. Starting at your head, “unzip” your body down the middle and let it fall to the floor, crumpled like a heap of clothing.
  2. Forego every role you’ve ever associated yourself with – mother, friend, child, spouse, work titles, etc.
  3. Act as if you didn’t have the possessions you currently have – houses, cars, bank accounts, etc.
  4. Detach yourself from all of the circumstances you’re currently experiencing (even if it’s a “feel good” experience).

Have you met your soul yet? This poem, The Invitation, can help!What are you left with? I’ll give you a moment to think about that…………………………..

You probably know your body and mind/ego very well but what about your other dimension? Could it be what some people call your soul, your spirit, or your TRUE self? What do you think?

Recently I came across the poem below called The Invitation and I’ve read it several times now! With each pass, I imagine who I am, where I am, and what I’m doing. 

The author’s intention for this poem was to reflect on how she felt after leaving a party where people asked questions like “what do you do for a living,” “where do you live,” or “where did you study” – you know, the basic “getting to know you” type of questions. But is any of that what really matters?

This piece has since turned into so much more for those reading it, transforming how we see ourselves in relation to others and the world around us.

Warning: If you allow yourself to be open, vulnerable, and transparent while responding to the call of this piece, it may cause a (wonderful) disruption in your current flow of living!

Read this with intention and then celebrate what you ultimately discover!

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 dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring with your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center 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 even 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, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being a human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you’re telling me is true. I want to know if you can risk disappointing another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. I want to know if you can be faithless* and therefore be trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day, and if you can source your life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on 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 a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children. It doesn’t interest me who you are, how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center 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.

~Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Oriah is first and foremost a story-teller, a lover of words and symbols and the stories that lift our spirits, open our hearts and offer us ways to see patterns and create meaning in our lives.

Over to you…

Life is hard. And life is wonderful. “The Invitation” is about finding what we need – the inspiration, the intimacy, the courage and the commitment to live fully, every day. ~via Oriah

Does this poem alter your sense of self and help you identify your true essence? 

*Note: The word “faithless” in the poem is not a typo; it is the word Oriah intended, not faithful.

Wassuper, it’s yo girl, Kesha and I believe we should Be the Fruit Loop in a world full of Cheerios because life is more interesting when you dare to be different and challenge what’s “normal!” I am wildly passionate about helping highly driven women pursue fantabulous relationships, juicytastic careers/bizzes, and authentically inspired lives.

Have You Met Your Soul Yet? Here’s An Invitation To Open That Door!

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  • You know, I’m loving this one. Thanks for sharing this with us. I had never seen it. I love the deep thoughts and implied questions that lie under each paragraph. Really makes me think when I slow down long enough.

    • I figured you would Steve; I meant to tag you but you know my mind is short sometimes LOL 🙂

  • Burton

    Outstanding article. It’s not everyday that I find something like this that really gets to the core of things. It reminded me to be brave and to remember the opinion that counts is my own.

    In just a few minutes it helped me to shed any disempowering thoughts about reaching for the things that matter in life. Truly inspirational. I am grateful I read this today. Thank you.

    • And I am ever so grateful that you stopped in to check out the poem Burton!! Here’s to being brave and shedding disempowering thoughts (I’m gonna have to use that!)…Have a wonderful day! 🙂

  • GIRL?! Wow, dreamy and soooo powerful! THANK YOU for sharing this! I’m one lucky dame today–I just stumbled on an organ concert at a medieval church that gave me goosebumps and made me feel like I was outside of my body, and now this perfect piece of poetry. Three cheers for just BEING, out of body, free from ego. Preach on, Oriah!

    • And THANK YOU boo for being you, stopping in to check out the poem, and sharing your thoughts!! <3 <3 <3 and many hugs!!

  • I think that we forget how important-yet unimportant our bodies are. That we are being “carried around” by our bodies- as strange as that may sound. This article helps us to take a step back and remember that about ourselves and others. Here’s to taking as much time “taking care of” and “dolling up” the inside as much as we do the outside!

    • YES Laurie! And being “carried around” is my sentiment exactly. 🙂 Thanks for sharing your thoughts and have a wonderful day!

  • Hi Kesha, I have ended up asking this question to myself on several occasions. I succeeded in finding out the root cause of these occasions. The problem was I was unable to identify my true self from the things I had with myself.

  • Denise Moor

    Incredible, Powerful ~~ Shoots straight through the center of the heart!! I love finding words that rock my world…thanks for sharing! xoxo Denise

    • Anytime, Denise! So glad you stopped by. This one really hit me in the pumping organ as well! 🙂


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