It does not 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 does not 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 does not interest me what planets are squaring your moon,
I want to know if you have been touched by the centre 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 or your own,
without moving to hide 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 does not 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 accusations 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 the beauty within
even when it's not pretty everyday,
and if you can source your 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 does not 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 does not interest me who you are or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It does not 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.Oriah Mountain Dreamer
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My ex told me once that I like big noses. I denied it, but I think it's true.
