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 foolfor lovefor your dreamfor 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 standin 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
keepin the empty moments.