gawr-juh s

That's what it is, effortless
it's intention-less, avoidance at it's most effective
seething, but not from within, from the outside
the people peering in, hopelessly wanting to hold the beauty
trying to grasp, but never quite acquiring

the acquisition of beauty, that which you cannot avoid have
if we or you could be received, without condemnation, or preconception
the unattainable beauty for which you crave, would be meaningless

blankets, smoke and mirrors, and red herrings a must they travel the seven seas to incite envy
but envy is just an illusion, it's you in your confusion, and you can never lax in your pursuit of it

just languish in the thought of eternal yearning.
it's mundane and derivative to the person who has it.
it's also a burden, for which they do not want
suffice it to say, that all is not well, in the land of the beautiful, it's unwell, like the well of beauty running dry, you see your face in the reflection of the vanity pool, and see your face growing uglier by the moment....

the constant shivering and warm embrace of anonymity, the lady whom everybody lusts, becomes blank and repulsive, unresponsive and not sought after, however reached complete contentment..

this is how life is lived, from internal happiness, is cultivated from within..

wouldn't you like to know? the answer is omniscient, it's inside you are already there....

© Callan Cummings 2017