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 sign you are. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain?
I want to know of you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without having to hide it, 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, to be realistic or to remember the limitation 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 accusation of betrayal and not betray your soul?
I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore trust worthy? I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty everyday, and if you can source your life form its presence?
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the sliver of the 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 to the
bone and do what needs to be done, for the children?
It doesn't interest me who you are or how you came to be here. I want to know if you can stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back?
It doesn't interest me what or where 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 empty moments?
- An Indian Elder
Thanks to creative wellness
Thanks to creative wellness
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