I’m covered with
the barnacles of life,
little imperfections
that grew on me these
seventy years. Should I
scrape them off or leave
them to remind myself that
perfection is not the
goal of life?
And what is the goal? you
may well ask. It is so simple
that we do not believe it.
The goal is to learn how to
give and receive unconditional
love. All this to-do just
to learn one thing. Hard to
believe but true.