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    Guardian of the Fleet Senior Member Shahed's Avatar
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    Thumbs up The Invitation

    I think I posted this some years ago, not sure.
    Was reading it again and I thought I'd post it.

    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,

    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.

    Last edited by Shahed; 06-15-2007 at 20:30.
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    master of the pwniverse Member Fragony's Avatar
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    You've been sweettalking over the internet again haven't you, what was it last time 'two souls devided by machines' hehe you dirty old man

    But since we are talking poetry I might as well repost my favorite,


    Move him into the sun -
    Gently its touch awoke him once,
    At home, whispering of fields unsown.
    Always it woke him, even in France,
    Until this morning and this snow.
    If anything might rouse him now
    The kind old sun will know.

    Think how it wakes the seeds, -
    Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
    Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides,
    Full-nerved,- still warm,- too hard to stir?
    Was it for this the clay grew tall?
    - O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
    To break earth's sleep at all?

    Always gets me this one, written by a american soldier during the battle at the Somme. His mate froze to death I believe.

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    Στωικισμός Member Bijo's Avatar
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    Hickery-doo, hickery-hock,
    Come, come hither, woman
    And regard my nice big...


    For the salesman I am
    And there be none I scam
    Hickery-doo, hickery-hock
    Hickery-doodelabock shock
    Oh my: an attempt at humour by me? It seems -- unfortunately -- a heart I do possess after all.

    I do recall a poem I made long ago: a serious... "attempt" it was. I will seek it and if found display it.
    Emotion, passions, and desires are, thus peace is not.
    Emotion: you have it or it has you.


    Pay heed to my story named The Thief in the Mead Hall.


    Check out some of my music.

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    Iron Fist Senior Member Husar's Avatar
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    That was nice, Bijo.

    And Sinan, is that universally applicable?
    Maybe I should make a fool of myself outside the org as well.

    "Topic is tired and needs a nap." - Tosa Inu

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    Στωικισμός Member Bijo's Avatar
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    Your compliment is well-received.
    Emotion, passions, and desires are, thus peace is not.
    Emotion: you have it or it has you.


    Pay heed to my story named The Thief in the Mead Hall.


    Check out some of my music.

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    Toh-GAH-koo-reh Member Togakure's Avatar
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    I wrote this in the Fall of 2005, after moving from the USA West to USA East, alone and far from my family and all but one friend. I posted it over at Chushingura, but thought maybe some here might like it, given the mention of poetry. I took a walk down to the park to do some heavy thinking one afternoon. Each verse is in the rhythm of a haiku. I've removed some of the original verses here; I think some refinement was in order.

    South Orange Autumn

    A bashful girl grins
    says "Hello ... good afternoon."
    I smile, and say "hi."

    A brave boy sits down
    on the park bench next to me
    he reads quietly

    The teacher is kind
    "A nice change from the classroom ...
    it's peaceful out here."

    A warm smile inside
    such unexpected pleasures
    I'm thankful for them


    In final moments
    the countless leaves--glorious
    testament to Life

    Are they beautiful?
    Do the sparrows sing in praise?
    Will they remember?

    A weary man sits
    his Spirit white, in silence
    contemplating One

    How does the leaf know
    when to let go, to spiral
    return to the earth?

    Soon, fierce winds will blow
    bringing with them, storms of change
    the dead know no fear

    The Autumn leaves fall
    it's simply the Way of things
    cherry blossoms bloom
    Be intent on loyalty
    While others aspire to perform meritorious services
    Concentrate on purity of intent
    While those around you are beset by egoism

    misc kanryodo


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