: itsIt 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 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 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 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.
I want to know if you can be faithful
and therefore be trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see
beauty everyday even when it is not pretty
and if you can source your life on the edge
of the lake and shout
to the silver of the full moon,
"YES!" 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 trutly
like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
29:04:2009
12:42
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