✨ "The Face Beyond the Skin" ✨
"When life says No and you can still remain still — that is grace.
When desire is denied and you do not turn bitter — that is beauty.
Most become ugly when they don’t get what they want.
Only the conscious can see through denial and still blossom."
— Dr. Parth
You spend hours grooming yourself — painting your face, styling your hair, shaping your beard, polishing your look — calling it beauty.
But tell me, will that same face look beautiful when you walk into a funeral?
Will your perfume, your makeup, your hairstyle, your designer clothes — hide the trembling, the fear, the confusion that arises when life shows you death?
When you are denied what you want, you burn within — anger, jealousy, greed, hurt.
Look at your face then — do you look beautiful?
When you are bitter, when you are screaming inside because life didn’t obey your demand — is there any grace in that face?
Beauty is not in the skin.
Skin only shows that your liver, kidney, organs are working fine.
That may describe your health, not your beauty.
You may have perfect skin, yet carry rotting thoughts beneath it.
A human looks devilish the moment they resist life.
A being looks divine only when they are in total acceptance of life — as it is, not as they want it to be.
Saying Yes to life in its wholeness — in pleasure, in pain, in denial, in silence — that is true beauty.
When nothing disturbs you, and you can see through life’s No without bitterness —
then your face shines with something no cosmetic, no mirror, no compliment can ever create.
"You Can’t Look Beautiful in Fear"
When fear grips you, your face loses its grace.
When anger burns, beauty fades.
You can paint your skin, polish your words, perfume your body —
but you cannot hide the chaos within.
You can’t look beautiful in fear —
only in acceptance.
When you are in total harmony with life,
when nothing within resists what is —
then your very presence becomes fragrance.
That is beauty —
the fragrance of acceptance.
Acceptance is not something you can *do* — it is something that happens when you *see*. People keep saying, “I’m trying to accept,” but the very moment you try, it means you have not accepted. Acceptance is not a psychological trick; it is a consequence of clarity.
When your perception rises beyond the likes and dislikes of the mind, reality is simply seen for what it is — and in that seeing, acceptance happens. You don’t have to cultivate it; it flowers on its own.
If you truly want to come to that space, don’t struggle to “accept” — work on your energy. See where your life energies are flowing. When your energies become balanced, when your awareness sharpens, you will not have to accept anything — you will simply *be* in tune with existence. That is true acceptance.
“Love at First Sight — Or Just Eye Problem?”
Once a boy told me,
“Parth… I fell in love at first sight.”
I said, “Wonderful.
That means before that moment,
you were walking around blind.”
First time you saw a human being, eh?
See, love at first sight simply means
your eyes did not see — your hormones did.
You did not fall in love,
you slipped on your chemistry.
And of course, she also slips —
and then both call it “destiny.”
Two slippery people, holding hands,
thinking they are flying.
But they are just falling… together.
For three days:
“You are my angel, my universe, my divine prasad.”
Week four:
“Why didn’t you reply?”
“Who were you talking to?”
“Why did you look there?”
“Why didn't you look at me?”
Now the same angel
looks like a very upgraded ghost.
No amount of makeup can fix that face —
because the problem is not on the face.
It’s inside.
When wanting enters,
beauty exits.
When ego walks in,
love packs its bag.
One simple “sorry” — and again:
Butterflies, rainbows, violins…
doo-doo, moo-moo… back to heaven.
Not because God came down —
just because acceptance came back.
Beauty is not in the skin.
That just means liver and kidneys are functioning.
Good health, maybe — not love, not grace.
Beauty happens when you see clearly —
not when you possess desperately.
The moment you stop wanting to own the other,
suddenly they look divine again.
Because finally,
you are seeing them —
not consuming them.
Real love is not a fall.
Real love is a rise in perception.
When you can look without grabbing,
when you can love without fear,
when you can say “yes” to life
even when life says “no” —
your very presence becomes beautiful.
Not the makeup kind.
The “fragrance-of-the-soul” kind.
If you wish to know who is truly beautiful, do not look at their face when the world is clapping for them. Look at them when life does not go their way. When desire is denied, when ego is unsettled, when the world does not bend to their will — in that moment the real fragrance or the real stench of a human being is revealed.
Most people are beautiful only when everything is convenient. Their smile is borrowed, their grace is rehearsed, their confidence is painted on like makeup. But the one who remains poised when life does not oblige, the one who does not turn bitter when things slip away, the one whose heart does not shrink in denial — that being has crossed the line of fear. Such a one is rare. That beauty is not skin, it is spirit.
Grace comes not from cosmetics, but from clarity. Purity is not about being innocent; it is about being untouched by inner distortions. Awareness is not that you know everything; it is that nothing within you gets muddied. When awareness flowers, the body becomes still yet alive, the mind becomes silent yet sharp, emotions burn like a clean flame, and energy roars quietly. Beauty then is not a feature — it is a presence.
You see models on a ramp — poised, elegant, radiant. But imagine them without the lights, without the music, without the applause — just themselves in their private space, with no audience to impress. In that raw space, the mascara cannot hold up your heart, the foundation cream cannot foundation your being. In that intimacy with yourself, only your inner nature walks the ramp. If that is graceful, then beauty has entered your bones.
Understand this — art on the face has its place; self-expression is not wrong. But it is decoration, not transformation. True beauty does not need applause; it needs awareness. Shiva is called Sundaramurti — not because he styled his hair or applied kohl — but because his presence is absolute. He is not beautiful for you; he is beautiful beyond you. In his presence, beauty is not something you see — it is something you dissolve into.
When presence becomes profound, even in the face of storm, you remain unmoved. Then beauty is not a look — it is a state. Then you do not possess beauty — beauty possesses you. And in that, life itself becomes a celebration, not of appearance, but of being.
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