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Scars
The scar across my ribs is a part of who I am now. I’ll let it be!
The imperfection within that would have ended my life,
not easily found was easily corrected.
As we embrace, I no longer blush at the sight of scars, yours or mine, seen or unseen.
What joys are found in our imperfections as flawed flesh seeks flawed flesh?
Let our bodies join in celebration;
not of the everlasting, but in these temporal shared delights.
The imperfection within that would have ended my life,
not easily found was easily corrected.
As we embrace, I no longer blush at the sight of scars, yours or mine, seen or unseen.
What joys are found in our imperfections as flawed flesh seeks flawed flesh?
Let our bodies join in celebration;
not of the everlasting, but in these temporal shared delights.
Published 4th Sep 2021
Author's Note
Remembering how our scars open us to healing and new joy.
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4th Sep 2021 3:32am
4th Sep 2021 5:58pm
“I said: what about my eyes?
He said: Keep them on the road.
I said: What about my passion?
He said: Keep it burning.
I said: What about my heart?
He said: Tell me what you hold inside it?
I said: Pain and sorrow.
He said: Stay with it. The wound is the place where the Light enters you…”
Rumi
He said: Keep them on the road.
I said: What about my passion?
He said: Keep it burning.
I said: What about my heart?
He said: Tell me what you hold inside it?
I said: Pain and sorrow.
He said: Stay with it. The wound is the place where the Light enters you…”
Rumi
