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I Want to Know
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 helpless and closed from fear of further pain.
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 faithful and therefore trustworthy.
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 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.
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.
I want to know if you can pain my pain without moving to hide it.
I want to know if you can joy my joy， if you can dance with wildness and let the joy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without warning us to be careful, be realistic and remember the limitations of being human.
I want to know if you can see Beauty. And if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure of yours and mine and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon “Yes.”
I Want to Know
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 helpless and closed from fear of further pain.
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 faithful and therefore trustworthy.
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 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.
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.
I want to know if you can pain my pain without moving to hide it.
I want to know if you can joy my joy， if you can dance with wildness and let the joy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without warning us to be careful, be realistic and remember the limitations of being human.
I want to know if you can see Beauty. And if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure of yours and mine and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon “Yes.”
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