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 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 sorrow
If you have been opened by life's betrayals
Or have become shriveled and 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 your can be with joy
Mine or your own.

I want to know 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
Be realistic, or to remember the limitations
Of being a 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.

I want to know if you can be faithful
And therefore be trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty
Even when it is not pretty everyday
And if you can source your life from 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 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 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 will stand
In the center of the fire with me
And not shrink back

It doesn't interest me where or what
Or 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.

Author ~ Unknown ~