It Doesn't Interest Me

My dear friend Carolyn Alexander shared a writing with me.  A writing by Canadian Native American Elder Oriah Mountain Dreamer (her shamanic name).  It describes perfectly, the goal of my life’s journey.  Mind you, I said “the goal,” as each day I re-read this to remind me why I am here.  I am at a loss to write or deduct a word to improve this gentle bidding to be more than I am, so I will pass fragments along to you as her, and my, and Carolyn’s gift to you.  
The Invitation
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 dreams, for the adventure of being alive.  .  .


I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own,
If you can dance with wildness and let the 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 human.


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.