THE INVITATION FOR MY FUTURE MAN
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 hearts 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 and 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 centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals of
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 the wilderness and let the ecstasy fill
you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning to be careful, to
be realistic and 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
not betray your own soul, if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty
even when it is not pretty every day and if you can source your own life from
its presence.
I want to know if you can live with
failure, yours and mine and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to
the silver of the moon, “Yes!”
It doesn’t interest me to know where
you live or how much money you have. All
I want is to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary
and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of
the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what
or with whom you have studied. All 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..
God Bless Us..
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