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 shriveled or 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 and 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, 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. 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 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 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 a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised tot he bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
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 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.
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I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in those empty moments.
I love this Unna.
ReplyDeletedo you know who this is by?? i mean know the person personally?
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