Beautiful Scars

Inspired by the play I just watched, I wanted to post a poem by Jose Garcia Villa about beauty in imperfection. It was about a seashell, I think, and its chips and breaks which make it unique.

We are all seashells, with our particular flaws -- because what are seashells but castaways by exhibitionist molluscs? :P -- and I loved the poem because it presented a new perspective on beauty. That we are all beautiful in our own way and the beach (the world) is covered with every type of beauty. That beauty is not in uniformity, but in uniqueness. It comforted my adolescent ego then, it still speaks true to my adult self now.

And because I cannot find that poem. I am posting another Jose Garcia Villa poem which *cough cough* heralds the season of the month:

And If the Heart Can Not Love
By Jose Garcia Villa

And if the heart can not love
death can not cure it nor sleep
no splendor of wound the heart
had no sound

Bloom has escaped it and
birth the miraculous flower
and music and speech leave
it unbewitched

God it can not spell nor sun
nor lover the beautiful word
and it has no sound no sound
nor wound

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That said, I am glad to assert my beauty within and smile my way out of a traffic ticket. Thank you my mabuhay smile. I will need it this week.