It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare do 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, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me who you are or how you came to be here, I want to know if you will stand in the centre of fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true, I want to know if you can source your life from a greater presence. I want to know if you can live with failure. I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, 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 ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic or to remember the limitations of being human.
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 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...