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.
doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will
looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure
interest me what planets are squaring with 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 been shriveled 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 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 ecstasy fill
you to the tips
of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful,
or to remember the limitations of being human.
interest me if the story you're 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 faithful and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know
if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day,
and if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand
on the edge
of a lake and shout to the sliver of a moon, "YES!"
interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair,
and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the
interest me where or what or with whom you studied. I want to
know what sustains you from the inside when all else fades away.
to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like
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