I didn’t call you into my life to mend repair or nurse me back to health.
I want to know if you can see my strength without the need to heal or fix me.
I didn’t ask for a Guru to guide lead or direct me out of the darkness.
I want to know if you can sit with me right here right now as there is nowhere else I need to go.
I didn’t ask the universe to speak through you with answers and direction.
My only interest is to hear YOUR question.
I didn’t ask your higher selves to share their thoughts and philosophies.
My only interest is in what YOU have to say.
You don’t need me to facilitate you in collapse and transformation.
Your perfection has already created its own space in the flaws you love to hate so well.
Your mirror has shown me the many cloaks I hide behind.
I want to know if you are willing to see the beauty in the rain without cloaks protecting either of us from getting wet and cold.
You are a talented artist who has painted a brutal yet engaging self-portrait of me on your own face.
I want to know if you are willing to feel the beat in your refrain without wanting to beat yourself up.
It is of no concern to me what empties onto the pages of your books.
My interest is in what you see when you first open your eyes each morning.
It is of no concern to me what universal truths your soul has gleaned.
My interest is in how you feel when nothing at all seems true.
I am not bothered by the mythology you have created.
Your bank balance, marketing plan – your network, qualifications or products is of no concern to me.
I want to know if you can laugh as you dive into the ocean of your disappointment and swim with the skeleton of your history chuckling as you emerge from the depths knowing it was only a couple of drops of water.
I am not bothered by the legacy you have created.
Your family, your story, your age and physical form – is of no concern to me.
I want to know if you can giggle as your send your roots deep into the earth of your pain and roll around and cover yourself with grime and mud and slime completely submerging yourself in filth knowing all you need to do is brush and hose it off when you emerge from the ground as it was only a bit of soil and dirt.
Your spiritual integrity is of no concern to me.
I want to know if you would be willing to stand behind me in front of a sunset so that if I step back away in fear you will be there to hold me to my truth and remind me of my own beauty and my own sacredness in the midst of the mundane.
Your cosmic relationship with councils of beings is of no concern to me.
I want to see your heart raw and bleeding from rejection and humiliation yet still willing to open regardless of anything that has happened to you before.
Your internal battle with your inner critic pushing and pulling your worth between truth and illusion is of no concern to me.
I want to know if you would be willing to stand beside me high in a desert overlooking the burning of our world in the freezing cold of a late July night, blanketed by the five elements under a full Aquarian moon with the only warmth being your hand on my heart reminding me of your certainty of its heat, its fire, its depths, its beauty, its magnificence, its order, its perfection and how very much it is loved.