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 ofmeetings your own hearts longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are, I want to know if you if you will risk looking like a fool for love, your dream, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn't interest me what planets square your moon.. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrows, if tu 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 hiding or moving to fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy mine or your own. I want to know if you can dance with wildness and be filled with ecstasy 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 stories you are telling me are true. I want know if you can disappoint another by being true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefor trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty even if it's not pretty everyday. And if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure mines and yours and still scream to the silver moon "yes". It doesn't Interest me where you live and how much money you have. I want to if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised and do what needs to be done to feed the . It doesn't interest me who you know and how you came to be here. I want the know if you will stand with me in the center of the fire and not shrink back. It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you 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 by yourself and truly like the company you keep in the empty moments. hf