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Blue Lines, Cousin, Discovery Park, Key Yemaya Walker, LibraRisse, Oriah Mountain Dreamer, poetry, Prose, The Invitation
Speaking to my cousin today, she “enlightened” me with the following. Stating that she was “gifted” with the following during a time where she couldn’t appreciate it. Now she can, and I am thankful she shared.
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, 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 shrivelled 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.
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