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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 hearts 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 dreams, 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 one sorrow, if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals, or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of
further and pain.
I want
to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, if you can dance with
the wildness and let ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
with out cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic or to remember the
limitations of being human
It doesn’t
interest if the story your telling me is true. I want to know if
you can disappoint another to be true to your self, if you can bear the
accusation of betrayal and not betray your own sole.
I want
to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day, and
if you can source your life from god’s presence
I want
to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on
the edge of the lake and shout at the silver of the 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 a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised
to the bone, and do what needs to be done for us, our family.
It doesn’t
interest me to know who you are and how you came to be here, I want to
know if you will stand in the center 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 emptiest of moments.
So please
tell me,
I want
to know !
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