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;
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 faithlessand 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.
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