Trying to discover the inner beauty, so maintaining external appearances seems to be a futile exercise.
The face is a reminder, an alarm as it were, to the goal in life, which is experiencing the oneness in everything.
No longer driven by the urge for people to like me (based on my appearances and otherwise) for when one starts diving into oneself, the boundaries between liked and liker starts vanishing. Who likes whom, and why does it matter.
Kaam, lobha, moh (basically false identification with this body) is the reason why we maintain appearances or try to present ourselves better.
Skin-deep of beauty, inevitably decaying every day to turn into constituent elements (earth mostly) soon and progeny of Manu wasting his/her time to get attached to it. Such a waste of human life.
Let not every bump on the body deceive you.
Few seconds of bodily pleasure is a huge price to pay for eternity of bliss.
Kaam is a big hurdle but persists only till the time we can perceive the Mother Goddess herself in every woman. Yet to reach that stage but determined to do so.
The real eyes see one in everything. Where is the woman and where is the man? And if the differentiation does not exist, how could kaam affect you?
