it doesn't interest me wad you do for a living
i want to know wad you ache for
and if you dare to dream for wad your heart's longing

it doesn't interest me how old you are
i want to know whether you will risk looking like a fool
for your dreams and adventures of being alive

it doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon
i want to know if you touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shriveled and close from fear of further pain
i want to know if you can sit with pain
without moving to hide it, fade it or fix it...
i want to know if you can be with joy
if you can dance with wilderness and let ecstasy fill you
without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic...

it doesn't interest me if the story you're telling me is true
i want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself
if you can bare 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 if it's not pretty everyday
and if you can source your own life from its presence
i want to know if you can live with failure
and still stand at the edge of the river shouting 'YES'
to the silver of the full moon

it doesn't interest me where you live or how much money you have
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 wad or with whom with you have studied
i want to know wad restrains 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 these empty moments



BIG City Life!!!
it's not who's gonna let me
but who's gonna stop me...

sometimes if you don’t risk anything, you risk even more
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