
February 04, 2008
Longer Days

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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.
10 comments:
I love your irony...
And will we get a picture of your Swedish Meatball dinner? You can't not show us, after telling us. And getting our mouths watering. ,-)
Mari-Nanci
Yes I love the Swedish meatballs,sauce, and jam too plus the cake! Haha. I take the kids to Ikea to play and eat...Are you also able to buy the food for take home? Here, we buy them packed so we can later on cook them!
Sorry that you don't like Ikea, most of our stuff at home which we needed immediately are from Ikea coz they deliver the fastest among other furniture stores! =) TC!
I've never been to Ikea but I'd love to go. I think there is one in Atlanta. The meatball dinner sounds delicious!
I have actually made a trip from Serbia to go to the IKEA in Budapest! Well that and eat some ghoulash. :)
I have never been to an IKEA store. They have Swedish meatballs?
We all have IKEA around - and sometimes we are glad we do. It may not be the fanciest shop in town, but they deliver!
And then, of course, there is the meatballs...
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Is that anything like Wal-Mart?
I so wish we had IKEA when I was starting out buying furniture but now I Don't need it so much, it is a very big store---- glad you enjoy there food
I totally agree with you on joy i have found throughout my life that joy comes through service to others and to God
That is a bonus. After you have worn yourself out walking the millions of miles inside of the IKEA to get to the meatballs, they are a hearty reward! However, we don't have IKEA in the state of Colorado. Yikes! Wish we did, though.
We have an Ikea about 30 minutes away and I love to go there. I've not had their swedish meatballs but I have had their cinnamon rolls and they are yummy.
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