Beauty is like a Flower. It blossoms for a while and then fades forever into oblivion.
Though I style my curly braids with ribbons bright, and colour my sweet moist lips with royal red to look as bright and fair as a newly wed. Though I stand on two towers to get a better height, with eyelashes that beckon at each gazer. Though my trendy gowns make me a trailblazer with great designer labels that distinguish. Though I have curves which men wished they could relish, revealed slightly through my scantily clad frame. Though I have this charm which could hardened hearts tame, making vicious criminals to dream and lust, still I am nothing more than organic dust.
I think it's the kind of insecurity, even immaturity, that drives women, and young men, to follow the popular crowd and hope for enhancement of their natural beauty that generally lasts only as long as they understand what good health does for the body.
I have seen tattoos, extended eyelashes, outrageous finger and toenails. Hair extensions attached to nearly bald heads and surgeries to correct what naturally was given. And finally, piercings, like some tribes cherished as their unique identity, but today seem to be announcing something about dealing with the pain, like tattoos.
I love to see a lady who has none of these additions, simply combing her hair the way it was naturally, perhaps a little lipstick, and dressing comfortably without being loud or brash. Designer clothes are no more valuable than ordinary clothes when it comes to a person's personality and attitude.
We all know outer beauty of a person is only skin deep. Same can be said of men as well. Also, of the many transgender people. It is what's beautiful inside a person that counts, no matter what and who he/she is.
Explains the realizations that have given the author the views of living life fully. The life each person dreams about.
You must take a look at yourself before dreams can be reached.
Deciding what is the core of belief.
This combined narrative dialogue and play is about the uncreated, unborn and undying transcendent Self of God-consciousness and Buddha-nature. It describes an odyssey of transcendent Consciousness Awakening and Remembrance.
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I have seen tattoos, extended eyelashes, outrageous finger and toenails. Hair extensions attached to nearly bald heads and surgeries to correct what naturally was given. And finally, piercings, like some tribes cherished as their unique identity, but today seem to be announcing something about dealing with the pain, like tattoos.
I love to see a lady who has none of these additions, simply combing her hair the way it was naturally, perhaps a little lipstick, and dressing comfortably without being loud or brash. Designer clothes are no more valuable than ordinary clothes when it comes to a person's personality and attitude.
Ron
Sandie