The world is a brighter faster place when love surrounds - i cannot wait to see you, to be near you, to share life's moments with you, watching you grow, watching you come to know, knowing you love me too.
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache
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 been
touched by the center of your own 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 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, be realistic, or
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you're telling 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 every day,
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 who you are, 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 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.
--- Oriah Mountain Dreamer, May 1994
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