Oriah Mountain Dreamer ...  

rm_Benkai7 56M
1685 posts
7/10/2006 8:29 am
Oriah Mountain Dreamer ...

Mhhh ... Danke an eine
besonders liebe Freundin, die mich auf die wunderbare Oriah aufmerksam gemacht hat ...


Oriah Mountain Dreamer, kanadische
Schriftstellerin


Übersetzt durch CK & JES


Es interessiert mich nicht, wie Du Deinen Lebensunterhalt verdienst. Ich möchte wissen nach was Du dich sehnst, und ob Du Dich traust Deinen Herzenswünschen zu begegnen.

Es interessiert mich nicht, wie alt Du bist. Ich möchte wissen ob Du riskierst wie ein Trottel da zu stehen für die Liebe, für Deinen Traum, für das Abenteuer lebendig zu sein.

Es interessiert mich nicht welche Planeten Deinen Mond kreuzen. Ich möchte wissen ob Du das Zentrum Deiner eigenen Traurigkeit berührt hast, ob Du Dich hast öffnen lassen durch die Enttäuschungen des Lebens oder verschrumpelt und verschlossen wurdest aus Angst vor weiteren Schmerzen. Ich möchte wissen ob Du den Schmerz, meinen oder Deinen eigenen, aushalten kannst, ohne zu versuchen diesen zu verstecken, auszublenden oder zu kurieren.

Ich möchte wissen ob Du mit Freude sein kannst, meiner oder Deiner eigenen, ob Du mit Wildheit tanzen kannst und die Ekstase Dich bis in die Fingerspitzen und Zehen erfüllen lassen kannst ohne uns zu warnen vorsichtig zu sein, realistisch zu sein, an die Grenzen des menschlichen Seins zu erinnern.

Es interessiert mich nicht ob die Geschichte, die Du mir erzählst, wahr ist. Ich möchte wissen ob Du jemanden anderen enttäuschen kannst, um ehrlich zu Dir selbst zu sein, ob Du die Vorwürfe des Verrats ertragen kannst und nicht Deine eigene Seele verrätst; ob Du ungläubig sein kannst und darum glaubhaft.

Ich möchte wissen ob Du Schönheit sehen kannst, auch wenn sie nicht hübsch ist, jeden Tag, und ob Du aus ihrer Gegenwart Dein Leben beziehen kannst.

Ich möchte wissen ob Du mit Fehlschlägen leben kannst, Deinen und meinen, und trotzdem am Rande des Sees stehen und dem Silber des Vollmondes „JA!“ zurufen kannst

Es interessiert mich nicht wo Du lebst oder wie viel Geld Du hast. Ich möchte wissen ob Du nach einer Nacht der Trauer und Verzweiflung aufstehen kannst, ermüdet und erschöpft bis auf die Knochen und tun kannst was getan werden muss, um die Kinder zu versorgen.

Es interessiert mich nicht wen Du kennst oder wie Du hierher kamst. Ich möchte wissen ob Du mit mir im Zentrum des Feuers stehen wirst ohne zurück zu weichen.

Es interessiert mich nicht wo oder was oder mit wem Du studiert hast. Ich möchte wissen was Dich in Deinem Inneren aufrechterhält, wenn alle Stricke reißen.

Ich möchte wissen ob Du mit Dir selbst alleine sein kannst und ob Du wahrhaftig die Gesellschaft, mit der Du Umgang hast auch in den leeren Momenten liebst.


Die Einladung
(beinhaltet eine andere Übersetzung)
Originaltitel: The Invitation

ISBN-10: 3-442-21566-8
ISBN-13: 978-3-442-21566-9


Mhhh ... Thank you to very dear friend, she told me about the wonderful Oriah ...

Oriah Mountain Dreamer, kanadian writer


Original

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 be realistic 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.


ISBN13: 9780061116711; ISBN: 0061116718; Imprint: HarperSanFrancisco



Dreamwoman2006 59F
32 posts
7/14/2006 1:36 am

Dear Benkai - I really liked your other writings, so was looking forward to experiencing this one, but only managed to make out a word here or there as the light blue print on the darker peach coloured background made it almost impossible. ... Hmmm, or is it that I might need to clean my screen? *ss*


rm_Benkai7 replies on 7/14/2006 3:52 am:
Dear "Dreamwoman2006".

... My excuses ... I´ve changed it and I hope it works now ... sorry ...

Benkai7

4biddenlove4us 50F

7/17/2006 1:19 am

This is something I wrote while thinking about someone I keep close to my heart. Now, you can read into it what you like but it is still directed at that person but at least even with all my hang- ups and ideals and negative feelings about some at least you get to know what can make me tick with ..........

My love
I love you more than I can ever say,
I think about it night and day.
I've thought about all the times we've locked lips,
And your hands gripping at my hips.
As we kissed... the passionate way you touched my face,
It would make my heart start to race.
And as we would lie in the bed,
I knew in my head,
That as you started to touch my breast,
I wasn't going to get much rest.
Every time you would touch me,
I felt like you were about to set me free.
And I don't want you to hurry.
And don't worry,
I so badly desire to make love with you,
I now feel as if I am going to become unglued.
I love the way you hands caress my body with such care,
As I take a deep breath of air...
I feel my body start to shake,
And now my soul starts to ache,
Because for that hour of your time,
I know that you are mine.
After we're done,
I feel like I've won.
And now I crave more,
How bout this time lets do it on the floor,
Or maybe even on the couch or even in the chair.
You could tease me and pull on my hair.
If you want we could wrestle around.
Then you could tie me down.
Don't be afraid to try something new,
I am up for anything you want to do...
Because I love you!!!

BTW, I met him on this very site but never showed him this and if he ever read your blog, he would be surprised, or maybe not because no other man knows me as well as he does. He taught me a valuable lesson, that not all men are bad including women but that there is good in all.

You are someone I respect and admire. Thank you for all you too have to taught me. I thought I knew much but it seems I still have much to learn {=}{=}{=}


rm_Benkai7 56M
2358 posts
7/17/2006 3:30 am

Dear "4biddenlove4us".

silence ... experiencing your heartbeat ...

Benkai7


ShyWhisper2006 54F
15175 posts
8/6/2006 1:19 am

Wow...a wonderful post...thank you ...for sharing it with me...*smiles*


rm_Benkai7 replies on 8/6/2006 5:36 am:
Dear " ShyWhisper2006".

... a warmhearted welcome to my blog ... Thank you ... please have a look at her homepage ... `didn´t do nothing ... just posting ...

Benkai7

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