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.
18 comments:
It's amazing, isn't it? Budapest architecture is so beautiful, but most of the buildings look like they could use a coat of paint. I thought it was a case of negligence, but if that building was restored just a couple of years ago... Very weird.
I wonder if they can put something in the paint to prevent mildew.
That IS incredible for just two years! Such a lovely building!
Pat
Guelph Daily Photo, My Photos.
wonderful structure
What a beautiful facade. I wonder if there isn't a stain of some sort in the stone that starts to show through after a couple of years.
an amazing structure. but the dark sparkles remind me of mold :(
I probably wouldn't have noticed if you had not mentioned it. I love that little balcony. Beautiful building in spite of the stains.
Beautiful building.
I think the mildew has to do with a combination of the type of paint used and poor insulation within the building. But I'm no expert, lol.
Bad paint or worst painters?
(I'm waiting for you upstairs... or should I now go done to see what's inside the basket?)
ooooh. good observation! that is very sad as it is indeed a pretty building.
If it is a government building, maybe the contract went to the lowest bidder:)
it really is a beautiful building. i guess the mold/mildew must be from the paint...
If you overlook the mildew, the balcony looks beautiful!
Must be the weather I guess...We get that here a lot especially now. Right, never healthy...Lovely architecture there!
I love it except those air cond radiators :-(
The mildew is sad. But the building is still lovely.
Mari-Nanci
Too bad about the mildew. That is an amazing building.
Hopefully the mildew hasn't permeated to the inside.
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