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 heart's 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 what planets are squaring with your moon. I want to  know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow 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 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 even your own; if you can dance with  wildness and let the 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 a human.

It  doesn't interest me if the story you're telling me is true. I want to  know if you can risk disappointing 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 faithless and therefore be 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 its presence. I want to know if you  can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of a  lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "YES."

It  doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I  want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary  and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.  It doesn't interest me who you are, how you came 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 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.