This is one of my favorite poems that seems to scream "What do you stand for and are you for real?" Maybe the question is just "How well do you know yourself, your source"
Here is another one of my favorites I'd like to share: author unknown

my answer my dear is simply this ...
love does not see in forms, it does not see in color
in the darkness of a room, or beyond closed eyes
a person is whoever the one looking through the hourglass sees
and when those sands are through, all that is left are memories
of you ...

you are loved my dear ... far and wide,
beyond faces on a page
or in the shadows where they hide ...
true love will find, hold and keep you
when your heart is ready to mend

there will be charlatans selling liniments
prophets shouting scripture to the wind
but you will see the one who loves you
standing by his sea of dis belief, in white linen
Sweetest of dreams, my dear
faith is in the details of love

Oriah Mountain Dreamer is my favorite author. She lives here in Toronto. She is truly and inspirational woman. She is strong, knows how to respect the sisterhood of womankind and what it is to be a woman. She raised children on her own through what many would think as not an easy life. She is an amazing lucid dreamer and her books have made me comfortable with my own dreams and there intensity. She is truly one of the most inspirational woman write of our day and I can not wait for more.

While Oriah studied and participating in shamanic ceremonies, (I love her book about this journey) Oriah received the spiritual name "Mountain Dreamer" and was told that the name meant "one who likes to push the edge." Because she first shared the prose-poem "The Invitation" (in 1994) with those who had come to participate in ceremony with her, the poem and her subsequent books first appeared under the name Oriah Mountain Dreamer. The Invitation , The Dance and The Call: Discovering Why You Are Here . I think you would really enjoy her books as I have very much and they help you learn about yourself and spiritual growth. Here are some more poems poem from some of her other books.

THE DANCE

I have sent you my invitation,
the note inscribed on the palm of my hand by the fire of living.
Don’t jump up and shout, “Yes, this is what I want! Let’s do it!”
Just stand up quietly and dance with me.

Show me how you follow your deepest desires,
spiraling down into the ache within the ache,
and I will show you how I reach inward and open outward
to feel the kiss of the Mystery, sweet lips on my own, every day.

Don’t tell me you want to hold the whole world in your heart.
Show me how you turn away from making another wrong without abandoning yourself when you are hurt and afraid of being unloved.

Tell me a story of who you are,
and see who I am in the stories I live.
And together we will remember that each of us always has a choice.

Don’t tell me how wonderful things will be . . . some day.
Show me you can risk being completely at peace,
truly okay with the way things are right now in this moment,
and again in the next and the next and the next. . .

I have heard enough warrior stories of heroic daring.
Tell me how you crumble when you hit the wall,
the place you cannot go beyond by the strength of your own will.
What carries you to the other side of that wall, to the fragile beauty of your own humanness?

And after we have shown each other how we have set and kept the clear, healthy boundaries that help us live side by side with each other, let us risk remembering that we never stop silently loving
those we once loved out loud.

Take me to the places on the earth that teach you how to dance,
the places where you can risk letting the world break your heart.
And I will take you to the places where the earth beneath my feet and the stars overhead make my heart whole again and again.

Show me how you take care of business
without letting business determine who you are.
When the children are fed but still the voices within and around us shout that soul’s desires have too high a price,
let us remind each other that it is never about the money.

Show me how you offer to your people and the world
the stories and the songs
you want our children’s children to remember.
And I will show you how I struggle not to change the world,
but to love it.

Sit beside me in long moments of shared solitude,
knowing both our absolute aloneness and our undeniable belonging.
Dance with me in the silence and in the sound of small daily words,
holding neither against me at the end of the day.

And when the sound of all the declarations of our sincerest
intentions has died away on the wind,
dance with me in the infinite pause before the next great inhale
of the breath that is breathing us all into being,
not filling the emptiness from the outside or from within.

Don’t say, “Yes!”
Just take my hand and dance with me.

THE CALL

I have heard it all my life,
A voice calling a name I recognized as my own.
Sometimes it comes as a soft-bellied whisper.
Sometimes it holds an edge of urgency.
But always it says: Wake up my love. You are walking asleep.
There's no safety in that!
Remember what you are and let this knowing
take you home to the Beloved with every breath.
Hold tenderly who you are and let a deeper knowing
colour the shape of your humanness.
There is no where to go. What you are looking for is right here.
Open the fist clenched in wanting and see what you already hold in your hand.
There is no waiting for something to happen,
no point in the future to get to.
All you have ever longed for is here in this moment, right now.
You are wearing yourself out with all this searching.
Come home and rest.
How much longer can you live like this?
Your hungry spirit is gaunt, your heart stumbles. All this trying.
Give it up!
Let yourself be one of the God-mad,
faithful only to the Beauty you are.
Let the Lover pull you to your feet and hold you close,
dancing even when fear urges you to sit this one out.
Remember- there is one word you are here to say with your whole being.
When it finds you, give your life to it. Don't be tight-lipped and stingy.
Spend yourself completely on the saying.
Be one word in this great love poem we are writing together.

Truly compassionate thoughts Suncatcher ~ To risk standing in the fire of life and live life with passion, love and healing hands ~ Thank you so much for sharing this moving poem with us all ~