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 dreams, 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 or 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 ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being a human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you’re telling me 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 faithful and therefore trustworthy. Iwant to know if you can see beauty even if it’s not pretty every day,and if you can source your life from God’s presence. I want to know if you can livewith failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of alake and shout to the silver moon, ‘Yes!’
It doesn’t interest me where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, to listen to me and help me.
It doesn’t interest me who you are, 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.

Hay días en que siento una desgana de mí, de ti, de todo lo que insiste en creerse y me hallo solidariamente cretino apto para que en mí vacilen los rencores y nada me parezca un aceptable augurio.

Hay días que ni siquiera son oscuros días en que pierdo el rastro de mi pena y resuelvo las palabras cruzadas con una rabia hecha para otra ocasión digamos, por ejemplo, para noches de insomnio.

Días en que  uno sabe que hace mucho era bueno baa tal vez no hace tanto que salía la luna limpia como después de jabón perfumado y aquello si era auténtica melancolía y no este malsano, dulce aburrimiento.

Bueno, esto sólo es para avisarte que en esos pocos días no me tomes en cuenta.

Moon and stars sit way up high
Earth and trees beneath them lie
The wind blows fragrant lullaby
To cool the night for you and i
On the wing the birds fly free
Leviathan tames angry sea
The flower waits for honeybee
And every hour of every day Im learning more
The more I learn, the less I know about before
The less I know, the more I want to look around

The fishes swim while rivers run

Thru fields to feast my eyes upon

Intoxicated drinking from

The loving cup of burning sun

In dreams Ill crave familiar taste

Of whispered rain on weary face

Of kisses sweet and warm embrace

Another time another place

Digging deep for clues on higher ground...The sunrise wakes new life in me.

Change, it's a wonderful thing. You know how subatomic particles don't obey physical laws? They act according to chance, chaos, coincidence. They run into each other in the middle of the universe somewhere and BANG! Energy. Well, the same as that. That's the great thing about the universe - unpredictable. That's why it's so much fun.

Tony stonem