It doesn't interest me what you do for a
living.I want to know you ache for,
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart't 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 dreams, 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 shrivelled and
closedfrom fear or further 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 ectasy 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 trustwhorthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty
even when it's not pretty, every day, and
if you can source your own life from its
precense.
I want to know if you can live with failure,
your and mine and still stand on 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 despai, weary and
ruissed to the 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 with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or
with whom you have studided. 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
moment.
MED
English
Nubia