It doesnt 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 hearts
longing.
It doesnt 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 doesnt interest me what planets are squaring
your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of
your own sorrow
if you have been opened by lifes betrayals
or have become shrivelled 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
remember the limitations of being human.
It doesnt 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 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 full moon,
Yes.
It doesnt 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 doesnt interest me who you know
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 doesnt interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
