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 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 and 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, or 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. I want to know if
you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can
see beauty even when it is not pretty everyday, and if you can source your
life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours
or 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, 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.