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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:
At the thumbnail size on the CDP portal, I honestly thought this was a poster of a pair of elephant backsides! Seriously! the little fingers of each hand looked like the tails...
Talk about magical thinking!
There ought to be a law about truth in advertising! Cheers from BC.
This made me laugh! Dreams indeed and an exaggerated photograph of course for the advertising.
I would appreciate the same advertising with a man on the picture..^-^
Isadora,
I just have to say this.
Is this your idea of putting
your image in each shot as
a way to sign your photos. Heee!
Forgive me.
I see it had an affect on all of you as it did on me :)
USERLAINE: Sorry, I don't see an elephant, only a dream :)
SNAPPER You've said it.
JILLY: Anything for a laugh. :)
MALYSS: Do you know any men who worry about cellulite? :) But I know what you mean and it would be nice. See if I can find one for you.
DOUBLE "D" You flatterer, you!! Don't I wish it were the case :) Hey, if I send you a dollar, would you spread that around as a fact? :)
I'll do it for free!
Now every time I open your
blog I'll think of this photo!
It will always be Isadora's
signature to me.
Great capture. Very pert!!
Heh - if only it were that simple!
When I was in Romania a couple of years ago I had an allergic reaction to a mosquito bite, and so I went to the pharmacy to see if I could get anything for it. As a result of the bite I got cellulitis (inflamed tissues), and having looked in the dictionary I knew how I was going to explain it, but the pharmacist was really rude to me. It was only afterwards that I realised that in Romanian the words for cellulitis and cellulite are the same, and she thought I was requesting medication for cellulite!
very cheeky
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