|Age:||62 years and 121 days|
|Registration:||30 October 2008|
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. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn''t interest me what planets are squaring 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 and yours, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it''s not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from it''s presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver moon, "YES!" It doesn''t interest me to know where you live. 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.
It doesn''t interest me who you know or 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. If you are thee ONE, then I welcome you OPEN ARMS. If what I have dialogue comes across with no interest for you, well I wish you the very best in your endeavors. Everyone one else, please drop me an e-mail and let's talk for a minute. I promise you, you will not be disappointed
I'm looking for:
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or 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, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human... 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; if you can be faithful and therefore trustworthy.