It does not interest me

Disclaimer: these words did not flow from my fingertips but they dwell in the hollow of my heart. Thank you to whoever wrote them and the pathways they have taken to find me.

(this is a repost from last september, but it still holds so much for me, I had to share again)


"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 sorrow,

if you have been opened by life's betrayals

or have become shriviled and closed from the 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 ecstacy fill you up to the tips of your fingers and toes

without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic,

to rememeber the liimitations of being human.



It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true.

I want to know if you can dissapoint another to be true to yourself;

if you can bear the accusations 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 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,

from the inside, when all esle falls away.



I want to know if you can be alone with yourself

and if you truly like the company of you keep in the empty moments