Existential Punk

"The Invitation"

From "The Invitation" by Oriah:

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 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.

Dubh Interview

Thanks Jonny Baker for the heads up on the interview with Paul Hutchinson, one half of strAy, who made IKON's cd Dubh. I am waiting for my copy to be delivered from
Will Samson, who is distributing some of them in the USA. I am so excited to hear my friends from IKON
doing their creative thing. Way to go Jonny, Pete, Padraig and all the others involved in seeing this piece come to fruition.

G-d Rocks!

Thank you, G-D, for still seeking me out when i deny you, when i reject you, when i shut you out, whether through my actions, thoughts, attitudes, and/or words. You are TRULY amazing! Gratefully, Adele

REJECTION

i was rejected,
i was rejected,
i was rejected,

screamed my soul.

out of my pain,
out of my pain,
out of my pain,

i reject you,
my soul screams at you.

I seek you,
I seek you,
I seek you,
whispers your small, still voice.

written on March 26, 2005 by Adele Sakler