Bleeding Edge

In conversation with you I must confess that it doesn’t interest me to learn what you do for a living…

Instead, I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting our heart’s longing.

Indeed — it doesn’t interest me how old you are, or where you went to school, or whatever you studied or not…

Instead — I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, wishing to die for your dreams, and wanting to dance and sing in Grace being grateful for being alive.

And as a matter of fact — I couldn’t care less what is your zodiac animal or your star sign or whatever effing planet is ascending and squaring your moon.

Yet, I really want to know if you have searched your soul to find and touch the center of your sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals, or if you have shriveled and closed-up from your own fear.

What I really want to know is if your heart is closed-up for business, out of fear of further pain from being broken too many times.

Tell me because I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or yours, without moving to hide it, fade it, or fix it.

Am only asking, because I want to know if you can be content with the simple joy of the adventure of living, mine or your own, and if you can dance in the wilderness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

I want to hear all of your dreams and all your stories because it doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true, or in the now, or in the past or in the future, as long as it is your story to unfold like a dream…

I want to know if you are willing to fight in order to be true to yourself, if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul, if you can be faithless to the system, to the “Man” and to the tyranny of the faceless bureaucracy, and therefore if your are trustworthy to the essence of being a real human being that does not give a crap about the “Machine.”

I want to know if you can see Beauty in all things, in all situations, in all children, and in all nature, creation and all aspects of LIFE, even when it’s not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life force from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes” I love living…

It doesn’t interest me to know 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, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know or 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.

Yours,

Dr Churchill

PS:

Trust me if you can see empty beauty and still cry for the beloved…

Because there will be…

Better days ahead.