I don’t care about what you do for a living.
I want to know what you love most,
and if you dare to face your own demons.
I don’t care 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.
I don’t care what your fucking sign is,
I want to know if you have touched the center of your sorrow,
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or
if you have become hard and closed from fear of further pain!
I want to know if you can tolerate pain, mine or your own,
without trying to hide it or changed it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own;
If you can get crazy and dance, letting the energy fill you
to the tips of you fingers and toes with out cautioning us to be
careful, be realistic or to remember the limitations of being human.
I don’t care 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.
I want to know if you can be faithful 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 life from Wisdom and Compassion.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine,
And still stand up and shout gabba gabba hey, for no reason at all.
I don’t care about where you live or how much money you have.
I want 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 for the children.
I don’t care who you are, what band you are in or how cool you are.
I want to know if you will stand in the middle of the fire with me
and fight for what we know is right.
I don’t care what religion, race, sexual preference or political stance you have.
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.
