Some models are so overdone they hide their true beauty. |
Beauty Is Itself Wily charms of erected façades placate the dissimulated crowds of unreasonability waiting to laud falsity to heights unwarranted within this impossible dream of a life covered by the exterior preferences of in-fashion style on runways of adoration's undulated approval suffering a behind-the-smile monumental cavity gaping like some wide-mouthed canyon gouged by the ages and stratified in mortified compliance to expose itself layer by layer to the explorer who nonetheless discovers that beauty is itself and if she would just drop the discombobulated illusion that imperfection warrants incrimination by broken confessions of unworthiness settling instead for the natural effulgence of an unhindered, unfettered, unleashed openness beyond the refined conjectures of all the what-if insinuations that mean nothing and if she abandoned the imagined complications of the illusory wisps of invented implications blowing through her ways-of-the-world-weary heart she'd come face-to-face with the reflected reality that true beauty is not a daily-worn artificial barrier behind which one stockpiles doubts or fears but an active living principle of natural growth which is the thing itself which speaks for itself and which indeed clarifies in its ineffable way through its own reality that true beauty is itself. ©2007 NavWorks Press and DE Navarro. All rights reserved. |