The invitation

the invitation
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 hw 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 own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed frm 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 the wildness and let the ecstasy fill you 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 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 nt betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.i want to know if you can see beauty, even when it's not pretty every day, and if you can source your own life frm its presence.i want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "yes!"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or hw much money you have. i want to know if you cn gt up, aft the night of grief and despair, weary, bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me to know who you know or hw 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, frm the inside, when all else fails 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.

This is adapted from fely.....i liked it....hope you do too. Its speaks for itself. All that we feel or might be feeling...the questions and the , perhapes, answers..