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 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 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 human.
It
doesn't interest me if
the story you're 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
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 a 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 for the children.
It
doesn't interest me who
you are, 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.
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