find me

2008-07-06T09:31:00.009+08:00

it doesnt interest me what you do for a living,
i want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare dream of meeting
your heart's longing.

it doesnt interest me how old you are,
i want to know if you will risk looking
the fool for love,
for your dreams,
for the adventures of being alive.

it doesnt interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
i want to know if you have touched
the centre of your sorrow,
if youve been opened up by life's betrayals,
if youve become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

i want to know if you can sit with pain,
mine or your own,
if you can dance with wildness and
let ecstasy fill you to the tips
of your fingers,
of your toes,
without cautioning us to remember
the limitations of being human.

it doesnt interest me if the story youre telling me is true.
i want to know if you can betray 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 live with failure,
yours and mine,
and stand on the edge of a lake
and shout to the silver light of a full moon:
"YES!"

it doesnt 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.

i just want to know,
you.

gone underground

find me