It desen't interest me what you for a living I want to know what you acher for ,and if you dare to dream of meeting you heart's lonying.

It desen't interest me how old you are .I want to know if you will rish looking like a fool for love, for your dreams ,and for the adventure of being alive.

It doesen't interest me what plannet are squaring your moon .I want to know if you have touch the center of your own sorrow , and 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 you own ,whitout moving to hide it or fade it or fix it .

I want to know if you can be with joy ,mine or your own,and if you can dance with .wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of you fingers and toes without calltioning of being cateful, be realistic ,or to remember the limitatining of being human

It doesn't interest me if the story you're telling me is ture .I want to know if you can disappoint another to be ture to ,yourself ,and if you can bear the a ccusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul .I want to know if you can be faithful and ther fore be brustworthy .

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day ,and if you can source you life from god's presence ,I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine ,and still stand on the edye of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon "yes"

It doesn't interst me to know ,where you ,live or how much money you have .Iwant to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair wearg and bruised to the bone ,,and to what needs to be done for the clildern.

It doesn't interest me who you are or how you can 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 from ,the inside when