Caring ~

WHAT I ACHE FOR …

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 dream.

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 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,

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 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
are telling me is true.

1 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’s not pretty everyday, and if you can source your life
on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the moon.

It
doesn’t interest me where you live or how much money you have

1 want to know 1 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 know or how you
came to be here.

I want to know it you will stand in the center of
the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me 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 the empty moments.