Itdoesn’tinterestmewhatyoudoforaliving.Iwanttoknowwhatyouachefor,andifyoudaretodreamofmeetingyourheart’slonging.Itdoesn’tinterestmehowoldyouare.Iwanttoknowifyouwillrisklookinglikeafoolforlove,foryourdreams,fortheadventureofbeingalive.
Itdoesn’tinterestmewhatplanetsaresquaringyourmoon.Iwanttoknowifyouhavetouchedthecenterofyourownsorrow,ifyouhavebeenopenedbylife’sbetrayalsorhavebecomeshriveledandclosedfromfearoffurtherpain!Iwanttoknowifyoucansitwithpain,mineoryourown,withoutmovingtohideitorfadeitorfixit.
Iwanttoknowifyoucanbewithjoy,mineoryourown,ifyoucandancewithwildnessandlettheecstasyfillyoutothetipsofyourfingersandtoeswithoutcautioningustobecareful,berealistic,ortorememberthelimitationsofbeinghuman.
Itdoesn’tinterestmeifthestoryyou’retellingmeistrue.Iwanttoknowifyoucandisappointanothertobetruetoyourself,ifyoucanbeartheaccusationofbetrayalandnotbetrayyourownsoul.Iwanttoknowifyoucanbefaithfulandthereforebetrustworthy.Iwanttoknowifyoucanseebeautyevenwhenitisnotprettyeveryday,andifyoucansourceyourlifefromgod’spresence.Iwanttoknowifyoucanlivewithfailure,yoursandmine,andstillstandontheedgeofalakeandshouttothesilverofthefullmoon,“Yes!”
Itdoesn’tinterestmetoknowwhereyouliveorhowmuchmoneyyouhave.Iwanttoknowifyoucangetupafteranightofgriefanddespair,wearyandbruisedtothebone,anddowhatneedstobedoneforthechildren.
Itdoesn’tinterestmewhoyouare,howyoucametobehere.Iwanttoknowifyouwillstandinthecenterofthefirewithmeandnotshrinkback.Itdoesn’tinterestmewhereorwhatorwithwhomyouhavestudied.Iwanttoknowwhatsustainsyoufromtheinsidewhenallelsefallsaway.Iwanttoknowifyoucanbealonewithyourself,andifyoutrulylikethecompanyyoukeepintheemptymoments.