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
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, to be realistic, to 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's 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
on 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 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
empty moments.