The Blemish
Along
the dark rim of the pit I am peering into there is a tiny
blemish...
A crack or chip or perhaps a nibble from an entity beyond my
vision...
But it is there peering up at my head...
And upon my chin it sees a tiny blemish...
It thinks to itself, “ bruise, a scratch or perhaps a stray
hair even, but there it is peering down at me...”
And I laugh at the thought of this little blemish seeing my
little blemish and I wonder which blemish would be more difficult
to be rid of...
The blemish on the mug of hot chamomile tea, or the blemish on my
chin? Of course I could throw away the mug and be rid of the
blemish but it is my favorite mug, a beautiful violet mug with
dancing gardenias all around it...
But to be rid of the bruise on my chin hmmmm...
Oh well I think I may just settle with both blemishes and enjoy
them as they are. Perhaps one day someone will feel the same
towards me....
