It Doesn’t Matter... “The invitation”
Current mood: calm
Category: Writing and Poetry
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 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 matter to 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, fade 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, 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 hear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trust worthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it's not pretty, everyday, and if you can source your own life from its presence.
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have...
It doesn't matter to me who you know and how you come to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
I want to know you can be alone with yourself and you truly like the company you keep in empty moments...
..."The invitation" - I found this and thought it was beautiful.. it reflects my own sentiments of not caring what a persons 'status' is but about the actual person and who they are in the sense of their 'real' self... best ~mm
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