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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 dream, and 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 centre of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals,
or have become shrivveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with the pain, mine and 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 your own; If you can dance with wildness and let ecstacy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes, without you cautioning us to be careful, be realistic or to remember the limitations of being human...
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling is true, 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. I want to know if you can be faithless and therefore 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 the lake and shout to the silver 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 to feed the children. It doesn't interest me who you know, how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand at the centre 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...
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There is no death. Only a change of Worlds
My Open Diary
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beautiful.
it truely is.
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what is it that i do exactly?
What?
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hmmmm....
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General Philosophy
Discuss This...
The Acropolis
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Yes!
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My Teacher is in all people, but not all people are my Teacher
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lol
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~~share some greased tea with me~~
General Philosophy
Discuss This...
The Acropolis
