When I\'m bothered by the look of my face I imagine my acne scars as the great moon craters and my pimples as precious rubies melted into my skin.
At the time, horizontal wounds at my back seem like ladder steps leading straight to my open head, from which love pours out towards the space around me like life-giving water from the Niagara Falls.
It lands on trees with broken branches, pigeons with feeble nests and even on fungi sattled on a fallen trunk.
All that because I know every being is worth of love in all its imperfections
Even me.