Many times I've walked through Budapest being struck by something I wanted to share. Here, I do just that. What follows are glimpses along life's path that had touched my heart. Enjoy! Budapest Daily Photos recently moved to its own home. The photos here may be enlarged by clicking on them unlike BudapestResources.com website, its previous home.
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 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.
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
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are 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.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
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 centre 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.
8 comments:
If that sign doesn't attract business, I don't know what would.
Thanks for visiting with Flat Stanley. I agree with you about the stove, Isadora. It certainly caught my eye, standing there in the corner radiating heat.
That is really an interesting picture! I am glad I get to know Budapest!It reminds me a lot of a German city.
Thanks very much for dropped by on my blog and for your comment. Your blog is wonderful. I really enjoyed looking at the photos of your beautiful city.
Hello Isadora!
Thanks for your visit my blog.
I have explained my ice work in http://joensudailyphoto.blogspot.com
blog. this "an art piece" was just accidentally born as you can find out from my DP blog :))
I have been in Budapest, but almost twenty years ago. I remember the river and bridges and beautiful lights of night - hm, I was twenty years younger then ;)Yes, I remember something else, we were in concert in very beautiful church with a good acoustics.
It could be nice to visit again.
Hi Isadora, thanks for visiting my blog the other day. I would love to see Budapest some day. Everyone says it is so beautiful. It certainly looks beautiful in your pictures. This sign really does catch your eye!
Thank you all for coming by today and glad that you enjoy the photos. I certainly do enjoy finding them.
Leena - know what you mean. I keep thinking that it is not only the places we miss, but being the age we were when we were last there. The church you've probably heard the concert was the coronation church - St. Matthews on Buda hill.
Do come back and if you do, look up my website www.BudapestResources.com for practical help.
wow...great photo.
I'll be back to look at more..
sandy
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